"Amara." The silhouette called, his voice deep and husky, carrying a timbre of domineering aura while walking carefully towards her.“You’re safe.” His deep voice assured her.
He knew her name.
Amara broke into sheer panic. Her features turned into the tableau of stark fear. The color drained from her face.
Would he hurt her? She couldn’t think anymore. Pushing herself on her hands and behind, she scrambled away looking up at him.
Despite his voice being soothing and so familiar, she couldn't calm down. She hardly felt at ease in this stranger's presence. With wide panicked eyes, she looked around. There was only one exit and if she tried to run, he’d catch her.
The man stepped forward and she instinctively stepped back eyeing around for anything to use as a weapon. Adrenaline rushed through her veins as the fight or flight mode kicked in.
A small glass vase on the bedside table instantly caught her eyes midst the dark. The curtains blew with the wind casting a chill running down her spine.
She recoiled in fear, scrambling backwards until her back collided with the bed. Her arms instinctively wrapped around her, hugging her knees to her chest. The depth of her fear was palpable.
"No one's going to hurt you," The unknown man mumbled in a hoarse voice as he attempted to advance. His unwavering gaze remained fixated on her, a hypnotic intensity emanating from his eyes. Despite the captivating allure, she resisted, knowing better than to succumb to his unsettling presence.
With cautious movement, she turned towards the table slightly. Purposely slamming her back against the table with a force that sent the things resting above it falling. The movement seemed so natural that she was unable to comprehend what she just did.
"Amara!" The man mumbled with concern and outstretched his hand, palms facing up showing he didn’t mean her any harm. That only seemed to agitate her more as she couldn’t see his face and all the darkness around the room just seemed to make her vision more unclear.
Amara noticed as he didn't make any move to get closer, though he could easily overpower her with the muscles hepossessed but she just stared at him with uncertainty and uneven breath. Unsure if he seemed as harmless as he pretended to be.
What happened with Rafael earlier had her nerves on edge, she couldn’t help but look at everything with suspicion and fear.
Holding his gaze, she carefully moved her hand behind and patted the area, when her fingers touched the vase, she quickly held it in her fist. Meanwhile hoping his eyes wouldn’t catch the movement.
Amara swallowed hard, the tension between them building. He tilted his head to the left as if he was accessing her.
"I won’t hurt you, little one." He murmured with a deep disappointed sigh. Running his fingers through his hair, he took another step forward.
Amara's heightened alertness prevented her from making eye contact or pondering the strangely familiar voice. But her mind was blank, nothing seemed to matter more than her escape.
"Give me your hand," the same deep voice muttered, her eyes jerking towards him instantly ashe held her gaze into a fierce one.
The curtain blew with the wind once again, and this time the moonlight from the window fell on his body, her eyes caught a glimpse of the white button-down shirt he was wearing and hisrolled-up sleeves exposing the strong forearms rippled with muscles, the dark veins threatening to pop out.
A sudden familiarity of his body startled her and she couldn't look away, he slowly nodded his head at her, encouraging her to take his hand. Amara contemplated, her body instinctively moving towards him but then she stopped.
She didn’t know him, and who knew what his intentions were?
He instantly sensed her resilience. Carefully stepping forward, he extended his palm. Amara stared at his hand for a while and then her hold on the vase tightened. She took a deep breath prepared to strike him if he’d touch her against her will.
She prepared herself as the man leaned forward. Clutching the vase tighter, with ferociousness in her eyes she raised her hand to attack him. It all happened suddenly. Instead of meeting his neck, the vase fell from her grip.
A hand gripped her wrist tightly. The grip was steel-like, making her heart beat race with panic once again. She looked up at him with quivering eyes.
Adrenaline rushed through her veins. Instantly with the other hand, she tried to grab something else. Her fingers just touched the fallen vase before she jumped as he slammed his foot against the vase sending it rolling down the bed.
She heard him curse under his breath.
"Let go!" Amara screamed. Eyes flamed with fire and desperation.
He crouched and pulled her forward towards his face. As the fallen moonlight whisked over his face, she finally could see his eyes. Eyes penetrating her soul. Grey soulless eyes.
CHAPTER 40
Amara recognized those magnetic grey orbs instantly. How couldn’t she when those eyes tormented her nights and ruled her days? The tension in her body was replaced with something unknown, even to her.
