Chapter 32Amelia's POV"I don't know about you, but I would like to save dinner for later because there is something I want the two of you to see."I had no idea why my chest caved in when Cassius said that he wanted to show Damien and I something. Maybe it was his smirk, or the way he casually relaxed as he looked to Damien, waiting for his agreement.He didn't need to ask for mine because technically, I had no choice in the matter; but it felt like he was testing Damien to see what he was going to do.Damien's face had been pale since Cassius slapped me, and when he looked at me where I was still sitting on the ground, he finally nodded his consent at Cassius.Looking at me with glee, Cassius offered me his hand to help me up and I looked at him skeptically, waiting for the other slap to drop."Don't you want to stand up to see what I have to show you?" He whispered as he bent to gently caress my hair. I nodded quickly, even though my entire body was screaming at me to tell him no.

CHAPTER 34.Damien's POV"So now what? You want me to tell you goodbye with a smile? Or a wave of my hand? You want me to wish you luck and pray that I see you again when I don't know when it might happen? You made me feel safe and now you're going. And I don't know how to feel about any of this. About all of it." I couldn't get Amelia's voice out of my head as I headed out of the house, fighting tooth and nail against the urge that my wolf had to turn around, head back to where she was and take her back with us. But I risked making matters worse if I took her that way. She had looked so disappointed, her bright eyes losing their light as she looked at me like I was no better than Cassius. Like I had betrayed her. It was like a first to see her eyes dim when I could not even offer her a solid assurance that I was not truly leaving her behind, only my word that I would be back. And from the look she had given me, she had not believed that I was ever going to come back for her. She

CHAPTER 36.Amelia's POVMy eyes moved towards the bedside table where the phone was ringing but Cassius still stayed hovering over me on the bed, his eyes blazing as the phone rang again. Groaning, he got off me and put on his trousers. I heaved a sigh of relief when he frowned as he listened to whatever the other person was telling him over the phone. A smile spread on my face when he wore his shirt and started buckling it as he walked out of the room without saying anything.I was overjoyed that the call had stopped him from touching me but now what? He had not said anything to me. So what if I left and he suddenly returned and did not find me here? I knew that it was going to be nothing but torture. He certainly will do worse than he was planning to do.So I lay on the bed, naked, and stared at the clock that kept ticking. When it was over two hours and he had not returned, I rose from the bed and wore my clothes, grateful for whatever problem that made him leave. Waiting for

Amelia's POVWhen I said that I was going to suck it up until Cassius killed me, I did not realize that there were a lot more things that the Vampire could ever do that would make me squirm. And it was as simple as staring at me. For some time now, Cassius had taken pleasure in inviting me to his room and then keeping me in a position where he would watch me until he fell asleep, leaving me on my knees, panicking as I wondered what would happen next.And then he would say nothing. Absolutely nothing when he woke up and I opened my eyes, terrified to have fallen asleep. I didn't know what he wanted or why he did it. It seemed to be a new fetish of his. Perhaps it was my fear that he fed on, the horror that made me ask myself every time if he was going to hurt me today or if he was going to spare me. The fear of what type of torture it would be alone was perhaps what he was really looking for. Or maybe he wanted to know just how miserable I felt every day when I woke up and remembere

Chapter 40Amelia's POV"Breathe, Amelia. Breathe. AMELIA!" The voice finally became clearer and when my vision cleared, I realized that I was sitting on the pavement in front of the club, clutching my chest hard as the panic attack overwhelmed me. The voice I had been hearing was Cassius's. When I finally focused my vision on him, he looked at me with surprise, like he could not understand why I had gone straight into panic mode the minute we had stepped out of the club. I guess he would never be able to understand. He had killed that guy so easily and when I said "killed" it was because I was certain that the man was dead. I had seen him bleed out on the ground. And he was human. He would never heal. Never rise to his feet and shake off the bite, or more like gash to his throat and walk away. He would never be able to actually return home to his family. Why was I empathetic towards a man that had tried to probably molest me and failed? The truth was that I wasn't but I had no