Chapter 18

Amelia

Time itself seems to stop as I am captured by his gaze. I don’t know why I let him do it, I had frozen when he reached out and pulled out my hair, the feel of his fingers running through it like a perfect dream. The gentleness with which he wiped away my lipstick, the reverence in his voice as he whispered his name for me.

Now here we are just staring at each other, a strange energy flowing between us. Anger gone, a dangerous place for us to be. Without breaking his gaze I reach for my champagne and drink the whole glass in one go. The corner of his lip turns up amused by my reaction to him. The fucker.

Desperately I search for that spark of rage inside that I need as my armour against him. Without it I am likely to say or do something stupid, something that could get us both killed. My hand trembles a little as I place the empty glass back on the table. I need to get out of here, away from him.

I move to rise from the booth, to make my escape but he’s already the