Themorningcamewiththechirpingofbirds.Kaelithgroanedasheturnedover.Hisheadwas throbbing.
with difficulty, he opened his eyes. The sharp sun rays fell upon his face. It took him a while torecognize the area. He recalled the last night's events. Anna. Cursing under his breath, he was about to get up when he felt the weight on his chest. His brows narrowed as his eyes landed on the woman lying on his chest. Guilt tripped him as he slowly pushed the hair back from her face and looked at her. She looked so serene sleeping.
Only if he could give her this peace for a lifetime. A lump of saliva formed in his throat. His jaw clenched. He shouldn't have gone to the club, but if t wasn't for the information, he would've killed Anna. The bitch just ruined everything. He let Amara sleep on his chest, her deep breaths keeping him sane and her small hands clutching his shirt. He smiled. The things he'd do to this woman.
"What, what?!" Lorcan's voice crackled with anger on the other end. "Is that all you have to say after last night? You shot Giovani in the ass, you bastard!"
"I was drugged," Kaelith retorted, his patience wearing thin as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"That doesn't excuse this," Lorcan snapped back. "I haven't slept a wink, and you're telling meyou were drugged? You would've shot me, but not Giovani. He's my father-in-law!"
"I was drugged, damn it!" Kaelith's grip on the phone tightened, his frustration boiling over. "Find the person who drugged me. I'll kill him."
"It was Anna," Lorcan muttered, his voice tinged with grim certainty. "Checked the footage three times. But remember, you can't touch her."
Kaelith's jaw clenched at the mention of her name. Anna was Francis Donovan's niece, a fact that only complicated matters further.
"How long do we have?" Kaelith demanded, his mind racing as he considered their next move.
"Till tomorrow," Lorcan replied tersely. "Orion will hand you the files, and then you can take down Francis. But there's a problem. He's tied to someone in your family."
"Rafael?" Kaelith questioned sharply, his thoughts immediately turning to his brother.
"Not sure. But be cautious. And keep an eye on Abigail too. Last night she was with Rafael."
Kaelithcursedunderhisbreath,theweightofthesituationpressingdownonhimlikeaheavy burden.
"What aboutthe footage?"he inquired, desperate for any advantage they could gain in their ongoing fight against Francis Donovan.
"Working on it. I'll send it to you this week," Lorcan assured him.
"I'll take Amara with me then," Kaelith declared, his resolve firm as he vowed to protect her at all costs.
"You should." Lorcan replied before ending the call.
Kaelith stood in silence for a moment, his mind whirling with thoughts of the dangerous game they were playing. With a heavy sigh, he pocketed his phone and turned back to where Amara lay sleeping peacefully, her presence a beacon of light in the darkness that surrounded him. As he watched over her, a fierce possessiveness burned in his heart—to keep her safe, no matter the cost.
Francis had always been his competitor, in business and the underworld. Kaelith would’ve left him alone if it wasn’ t for his involvement in trafficking. Kaelith smirked. The bastard would be gone before tomorrow night.
The only reason he agreed to marriage with Anna was to get files on Donovon, and now that he would get themtomorrow, he’d kill him. His eyes moved to Amara who was still sleeping on the couch and his heart flipped. Unknowingly he hurt her beyond the apology. He sighed. He’d clear the misunderstandings between them. This past week was agonizing without her, and to add salt to his wounds, she changed rooms. He missed having her on his bed. To play with her hair, see her smile, and trace patterns on her soft skin.
Unconsciously, he leaned in, brushing his thumb over her lips. Amara stirred, her eyelids fluttering open groggily to the soft light filtering through the curtains.
"Good morning," he muttered, his thumb still lingering on her lips.
CHAPTER 62
Amara's brows furrowed as she slowly took in her surroundings. The events of the previous night flooded back into her consciousness like a torrential downpour. Kaelith and Anna, their lips locked in a passionate embrace, and then her own head resting on Kaelith's chest as sleep claimed her. Her eyes widened in realization, and she quickly turned her head away, a knot of unease tightening in her stomach.
"We need to talk," Kaelith insisted, his voice low and throaty as he put his hands on either side of her face trapping her.
Amara refused to meet his gaze and tried to push him away. Kaelith barely budged.
"No," she replied tersely, her tone laced with defiance. She pushed herself and tried to push him away again.
But he was undeterred. He effortlessly maneuvered her and before she knew it, she was sitting on his lap, his arms forming a protective cage around her. She glared at him, her jaw clenched with frustration. "Let go," she demanded her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. Now he wanted to talk? After everything? She wanted to punch him, tell him this was not the way how things worked, but the image of Anna kissing him- though it looked like he was not enjoying it- still burned in her memory. She hated how jealous and insecure she had become.
The thought of seeing him with someone else was torturous.
