A blurry face flashed in front of her eyes and then like a never existing picture, it disappeared. Rafael looked worriedly at her, his eyes narrowed and fists clenched. He managed to shift her in a way that his chest was pressed against her side and his arms wrapped around her torso as he pulled her into a hug. The driver looked at them with concern through the mirror but refused to say anything. His master wouldn't like that.
Her brain was overloaded; there were finite things she could process yet a vast part of her head was locked away from herself. It was painful. Fear of the unknown engulfed her, asshe trembled in Rafael’s arms. He gritted his teeth, rubbing her back with his hands. His head screams murder. His blood boiling with rage. He failed her, both as a husband and a human once. But now, she’s never let anything hurt her let alone touch her.
She was his to protect.
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CHAPTER 3
Her whole body quivered the moment she stepped out the car. Oddly enough, it wasn't due to the weather, but rather an outcome of her jumbled thoughts running through her mind. The indescribable emotions she experienced were impossible for her to put into words.
"Careful, lean on me," Rafael muttered, helping her, his hand unconsciously moving to her waist while with the other he positioned her on the wheelchair the driver pulled out from the back of the car. Amara swallowed feeling dryness in her throat, hands still hadn't stopped shaking as she settled in the chair.
“Call Kaelith.” She heard Rafael talking to the guard as the latter nodded and disappeared into the house. Now that she was in the open air, the confined air of the car had been replaced with nature's freshness. Her eyes were cautious yet curious as she innocently looked around herself, this was a large ground where the car was parked.
Her curious eyes caught the large pool on the left side of the gigantic house, on the side of the pool she could see grass lying with captivating colorful flowers surrounding the area. Looking at the flowers gave her a sense of déjà-vu, but she couldn't process what this memory was about.
Rafael followed her gaze.
He stood just behind her, but he could still feel her wide curious eyes looking around. He wondered if bringing her tohis brother’ s mansion was the right decision or not, but then he remembered all the scars on her body and the reports. He did right.
There was no place safer than Kaelith De Luca’ s mansion. For the time being, Rafael knew he wanted to investigate the situation further, he needed to keep Amara safe so that she wouldn’t get hurt again.
He couldn't understand but every time he thought of what happened to her, his blood would boil and all he could see was red.
"Rafael.”
Amara flinched when her eyes landed on the tall, dark-haired man standing a few feet away.
She had to tilt her head back slightly just to take him in fully. And for a moment, she forgot how to blink. It was almost unfair… how one man could look so dangerously beautiful.
Her gaze traveled upward, slowly, shamelessly, as though her eyes had developed a mind of their own. He was tall and that made her feel smaller without him even trying.
His shoulders were broad, his frame lean yet powerfully built, every movement carrying an effortless confidence that felt almost predatory. Like a panther basking beneath sunlight—still… but never harmless. Then her eyes found his face, and her breath caught.
His eyes were hunter like, sharp at the corners, carrying a naturally cold intensity—as if they were made to dissect, to dominate, to see far more than people ever intended to reveal. There was something unnervingly beautiful about them… something that made looking away feel impossible.
High cheekbones.
A sharp jaw.
But his lips betrayed him.
The were perfectly shaped. Beautiful and slightly pink.
Almost sinful in contrast to the rest of him, the natural curve of them adding an unfair touch of temptation to an otherwise dangerous face.
His hair was enough for rebellious strands to fall over his forehead, giving him a dangerously effortless charm, as though he hadn’t even tried… and still looked devastating.
The crisp white shirt stretched perfectly across his chest and shoulders, the bright fabric creating a sharp contrast against his tanned skin, while the sleeves rolled lazily to his elbows revealed strong forearms dusted with ink.
Tattoos.
Disappearing beneath the fabric like forbidden secrets waiting to be uncovered.
A gold chain rested against the exposed column of his throat, catching the sunlight every time he moved, drawing her attention exactly where it shouldn’t. And suddenly, Amara understood why danger… could look so irresistibly beautiful.
Her cheeks flushed when his gaze turned towards her and she saw something flashing throughhis eyes before it disappeared into nothingness.
