Chapter 145

• Amara's Pov
• Your moans beg to differ, His text replayed in my head as I laid back on the bed sinking into the delicate covers. Despite my anger toward him, I couldn't help myself from continually reading through our texts till the words were imprinted in my mind like carved-out letters on marble.
• He still didn't respond and I considered throwing the coat he had sent me out of the window. My food at dinner tasted bland and Terren acting like everything was okay between us while having too much wine made me overly irritated. It was a wonder how I survived it and didn't pounce on him to claw at his face.