Chapter Nineteen - Witness

Amara could finally sit up and stand, though she was still sore. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, thanks to Aurora's help massaging, but she still couldn't move quickly without wincing. At the moment, she was doing stretches on the floor. Then she heard something at the door.

"Amara?"

Lucas.

A stream of curses flooded through her mind and she muttered them in a tone even she didn't entirely understand as she jolted up, winced with a jerk and brief gasp, crumpled briefly, then sat up again, glaring at the man in front of her. Though she did get the swears to silent daggers at the end.

"Do you mind if I sit down?"

Amara held her tongue, not trusting herself to speak. She had worked with this man for weeks, months, not directly exactly but met him, talked with him. And now she knew how cruel and manipulative he really was. She didn't want to give him any more ammunition.

She wouldn't stop glaring, though. She had every right to keep that up.

"Come now, mademoiselle. I suspect you