AMARA POV.I woke to the sound of rain. For a moment I didn’t know where I was, only that the bed was warm and something heavy was draped across my waist. Then it all came back: the sedan in the mirror, Lena’s white knuckles, Lilly’s name hanging in the quiet of the office. Ace’s arm was around me, and I realised I had fallen asleep holding his wrist and he had never moved it.It was dark outside. I must have slept through the whole afternoon and evening. “Don’t,” Ace murmured behind me, his voice rough with sleep. “You’re thinking too loudly.” He said and I blinked.“I’m not thinking at all.” I denied. “You are.” His thumb moved against my stomach through my shirt, a small, absent stroke. “I can feel it.” He said. I turned over to face him, and the breath caught in my throat. He looked younger asleep-rumpled, his black hair a mess, the sharpness gone from his jaw. His eyes were their ordinary silvery blue, and they were watching me with an expression I didn’t know what to do with.“Y
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