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Amara's pov

I was still tongue-tied as the ride went on while sneaking glances at Orian who never once glimpsed in my direction and I was very much convinced that he saw me as nothing but a mere irritating responsibility.

We bore the ride in silence and if not for the partition separating us from the front compartment I would have reached forward to put on some music. My derriere had the chance on being on display but it would have been worth the risk, I hated silence.

I looked at him again.

His head was bent over peering at his phone screen as he tapped away at it. His other hand still held his cane and images of what had happened in the elevator flashed through my head. I suddenly grew hot remembering how his hand had grasped my waist, the other hand tilted my neck as he feasted on my blood.

I swallowed remembering how I had felt. I squeezed my eyes shut, tucked the fabric of my dress between my legs, and squeezed them together willing myself not to get aroused.