Sh*t Show

~ Amira ~

While Amira had been internally debating with herself and forcing herself to look past Demon’s whines and the barrier around her heart that crumbled to them, Rhys had been side-eying her in the bath.

“You were going to escape. Why? You knew this was a possibility of happening,” Rhys said, oblivious to Amira’s thoughts and the narrowing of her eyes directed at him.

Amira rolled her eyes. “If you were ever truly in my shoes, then you would understand why escaping was a better option.” She held her finger up to silence Rhys; surprisingly, he did. Rhys didn’t interrupt and watched her; his movements paused mid-scrub under his armpit. “There were other reasons as well… I wanted to hunt down the elders who were banished... No matter, I will send the word out to target them.”

A wicked smile lit up Amira’s face to the malevolent thoughts racing across her mind. So many would volunteer to hunt down and torture corrupt officials, which made their lives harder. Heck, even if she sent