Chapter 57

I wouldn't describe the morning as a pleasant one because it actually wasn't. My body ached in all places but I managed to get out of bed. I wore a striped jacket across my short leather gown and walked out of Luciano's room before he could come in.

The morning breeze blew my hair backward and I regretted not packing my hair into a bun. I bumped into Luciano outside and he held my hand when I was about to walk past him.

"I'm sorry," I apologized for no reason and he tightened his grip around my fragile wrist.

His face was straight and devoid of every form of a smile.

"You should go back and rest," Luciano said to me and I struggled to free my hand from him. I wasted a lot of energy as my efforts became futile.

"I don't want to go back, I'm there. I have things to do," I refused and he clicked his tongue against his teeth.

"I do not want to be hard on you, Amara. You should go in there and rest," he responded, almost yelling at me.

He said my