Amara raised her hand, stopping him as she shook her head.“Please, leave.” Her shaky voice squeezed his chest. Rafael gritted his teeth. What had he done?
Rafael gazed at her for another moment, Amara’s legs suddenly gave out her strength as she fell on her knees, Rafael quickly tried to grab her but she just pushed his hand away, her expression one of hurt and vulnerability. He couldn't shake the overwhelming guilt that coursed through him, knowing that she had lost her memories, including themoments they had shared. But now hewas repeating the past they shared. His desire to be close to her, to make her his again crossed the boundaries. He immensely felt as if it was his world colliding and not Amara.
Her eyes blinked in uncertainty, and then she raised her head and looked at Rafael with a mixture of fear and distress. She couldn't understand why he was doing this, why the sweet man she knew him as was being so cruel to her. But then again, she wondered, if he was the man she thought him to be. That sweet and careful Rafael was now being rough to her.
He stepped away from her, his hands trembling, and whispered an apology. "I'm so sorry, Amara. Ididn'tmeantohurtyou.It'sjustthat...Imissyousomuch,andIthought,"Thewords jumbled up but he had no explanation to give her.
When Amara let out another sob, Rafael quickly turned around unable to see her tears. He hastily retreated from the bathroom, unable to handle the overwhelming emotions that had swelled within him. He left Amara behind, her fragile body trembling as tears streamed down her cheeks, and she pulled her knees closer, her sobs wracking her body with intensity.
Her emotions threatened to consume her entirely. The weight of her amnesia, the uncertainty of her past, and the recent distressing encounter had left her drained and desolate. Her cries became more desperate, echoing in the confined space until they seemed to drown out all other sounds.
As the world began to blur around her, and the edges of consciousness slipped away, she heard the bathroom door open once more.
Someone knelt beside her, a gentle hand caressed her cheek, a touch filled with tenderness and care.
She wanted to open her eyes and see, but all she could do was respond instinctively. She wrapped her arms around the strong, muscular neck of the mysterious man and snuggled closer, seeking solace in the embrace.
Amara's heart raced as the warmth of the person beside her enveloped her, and she couldn't resist the allure of the familiar touch. Her emotions were still raw, and the soothing caress brought a sense of peace she desperately craved.
The man gently cradled her in his arms, his chest providing a sturdy and protective haven. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, a reassuring rhythm that synchronized with her own erratic one. His presence seemed both familiar and foreign—like a distant memory just out of reach.
Amara's consciousness began to flicker like a dimming light, but she clung to the comforting sensation of the stranger's embrace. It was as if her heart recognized something in him, something warm and reassuring, even if her memory remained shrouded in darkness. She nuzzled closer to him.
CHAPTER 19
Kaelith knelt beside her, his eyes filled with concern and a deep hurt that mirrored her own. He longed to reach out and comfort her, to banish the darkness that had engulfed her.
Kaelith sat beside the bed, watching as Amara slept soundly, her face framed by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. She looked like a serene, beautiful angel in her slumber, her features relaxed, free from the worries of the world. Her peaceful expression tugged at his heartstrings, filling him with a deep sense of reality.
“This world has been too cruel to you, Angel.” He muttered softly.
Beneath the gentle caress of the moonlight, Amara looked ethereal. So innocent. The soft silver beams spilt through the window, casting a delicate radiance upon her face.
Her ebony hair cascaded in graceful waves around her, like strands of midnight silk, contrasting with her porcelain skin. Moonlight danced upon her delicate features, illuminating the contours of her face, revealing the subtle curve of her cheekbones, the graceful arch of her brows, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath.
The pale light traced a path along her lips, soft and inviting as if the moonlight itself couldn't resist the allure of her smile. Her long lashes brushed against her cheeks, casting faint shadows, adding an air of elegance to her.
Unable to resist the impulse, he gently caressed her cheeks, his fingers tracing the delicate curves of her skin. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face and marveled at the softness of her hair against his fingertips. Kaelith couldn't help but smile as he admired the ethereal sight before him, feeling privileged to even be with her at that moment.
His fingers, as if guided by an invisible force, moved toward her lips. But as he attempted to touch them, something stopped him as he remembered the way Rafael kissed her.
The vivid recollection stirred a powerful mix of emotions within him. Jealousy twisted like a knife in his chest as he remembered the way Arrian smiled at her, the way he leaned down to kiss her. Possessing the possession, he thought belonged to him.
Anger simmered just beneath the surface, his jaw clenching involuntarily as he replayed the scene in his mind. It was a reminder of how close she had been to someone else, someone she was married to. No matter what or how he feels, at the end of the day Amara was Rafael’s wife. He kept looking at her for another minute before he sighed and got up. But first, he needed to talk to Rafael. The fucker just backed up. His teeth grinned together as he opened the door ofher room and exited. Slowly closing the door behind him he turned around only to stop.
Rafael stood on the other side of the hallway. His hands clenched tight on his sides and his light eyes glared at Kaelith. His heart conflicted as Kaelith let out an unamused scoff.
“The fuck are you still here for?” Kaelith raised his brow pushing his hands into his pockets. Rafael looked disheveled with messy hair and unkempt clothes.
He swallowed hard lowering his head and looking at the ground. What was Kaelith doing in her room?“I…I wanted to see Amara.”
Kaelith causally took a step forward intimidating Rafael who unconsciously backed. The former’s eyes gleamed darkly under the dim light. Rafael swore there was nothing but darkness, something he was always afraid of. All while wondering if he was the brother Rafael always looked up to.
Abigail’s words suddenly tampered with his head.
“You don’t get to see her, fucker. You won’t be seeing her after what you did today.” Kaelith said narrowing his eyes. His voice was so harsh and stone-cold,
“I just…I wanted to apologize.” Rafael mumbled remembering the scared look on Amara’s face.
