Chap 51

Amelia's POV

It had been more than a week since that dreadful call with Damien that had ended abruptly when Elena had probably saved me from more word vomit but we would never even know what Damien's response was now or if he even wanted to still rescue me after what I had told him.

But everywhere had seemed quiet after that call and I assumed that the bidding market plans had been stalled since even Cassius had not said anything about it and I knew it because I had been eavesdropping as much as I could, whenever I could.

As I stared at my reflection this morning, I realized that I was long overdue for a haircut, my thick black hair already tangling at the tips as the strands stopped at my lower back.

My large emerald green eyes still had eye bags but they were not as dark as they usually would look like because I had not been having nightmares for the last couple of days, a small mercy I believed that I cherished because I had no idea when it was going to return with a vengeance.