Amara's povAmara, never wake up in the middle of a bullet extract, This should have been a rule amongst other rules and I would have gladly followed this one.It was painful as hell waking up to see tweezers being poked in me. The drink with ice cubes was supposed to induce a partial coma till the procedure was over but the effect happened to wear off after some time which led to me experiencing a very traumatic moment and I passed out after it. The healer had explained that I had a very high fever while out for those days and it wasn't safe to get them extracted and they had to wait till the fever abated. I twisted to the other side of the bed after I finished healing up my wounds and listening to Cora talk my head off about how I landed us into this mess.My eyes trailed to the man before me.Orian.He was seated on a chair that faced one of the windows in the room, his back turned to me.He was still dressed in his attire from earlier today although I couldn't

Amara's povI was in what seemed to be the longest and most quiet elevator ride in the world and to worsen it all, I was stuck with the grumpiest person to ever grace the surface of the earth.A tough situation.I had three bothersome things to do. Well, they weren't bothersome to me but they will be to him.Firstly, I wanted to move closer to him and tuck that stray black strand in place. Secondly, I wanted to break the silence and ask if a gypsy had ever read his palm and then, I wanted to grab a hold of his cane and examine it.Do not bother the grump, Cora snickered and I had to resist the urge to laugh.I had my lips pressed together with my fingers running through my hair. It was my way to keep back the many questions I had to ask him.I leaned against the elevator wall and watched him.He wasn't positioned against the wall like I was.Instead, he stood upright.One hand holding the cane, his fingers twirling on the eagle head, the other hand fiddled in his coat pocket and produ

Amara's povI couldn't measure up to her or the hooker he had been with at the alley. I had small breasts, a round stomach, and hips with very, very prominent hip dips.In other words, a bad figure.I looked back at her and she was leaning into him, her hand was on his arm, a smile was still on her face even though he hadn't returned it and their interaction looked like they were familiar with each other. It was like I wasn't even there. Jealousy brewed in my stomach as she leaned closer and I wanted to retch all over the place. It wasn't like I had some claim on him or he was mine and he preferred busty brunettes over silly-looking pale-skinned blondes and to worsen it all, they interacted in Russian and I felt dumb. He seemed to know Russians everywhere he went.After what felt like forever, she went off leaving both of us alone and I heaved a sigh of relief, "Did you know I am a Princess?" I don't know why that came out of my mouth but I needed to say something to get rid of the ac

Amara's pov"Nope! Not the same person." Rose shook her head and I managed to raise a brow at her while spinning across the bedroom doing my last dance lap, "The only similarities they have are the same eyes, same statue and they both call you by your middle name which they found out about in different ways.""Hmm." I did a couple of final spins and then my feet dropped shortly after the piano music from my phone came to a halt, "You have a point." My feet ached as I walked to the coffee table to grab my water bottle. I popped up the covering and instantly took big gulps, I could feel my chest heaving due to how out of breath I was as I drank. Rose and I were unraveling the mysteries behind my stalker and Mr grump. I told her everything that had happened since my sixteenth birthday.She freaked out and almost dialed my parents and I had to tackle her to the ground and fling her phone across the room, "You are okay living with a man watching and threatening you? Who do y

Amara's pov Orian let go of me after saying those words that I was trying hard to decipher their meaning. They seemed innocent but I couldn't think of hidden meaning for them if there was one. It was at the tip of my tongue to ask him what he meant and if it was possible, he could show me.I wanted to know badly. I wanted to know what he thought about me, how he felt about me, if he was going to take me on a second date if he wanted to be friends or friends without morals. I scrunched my nose, his words twisting in my head as I watched him trace his steps back to the bag he had dropped earlier."I got you something." He sounded composed as always even after saying the most bizarre things and leaving me flustered.The bag dangled in his hands as he walked toward the bench that was placed next to the banister of the balcony. He sat on it, his legs were spread a bit with his elbows resting on them, and the bag dangled between his legs. I watched him closely, noticing th