Amelia’s POV“Who put those on you?” he asked, his voice low, carrying the weight of a command rather than a question.I froze, my heart hammering in my chest. His gaze never left my skin—his expression unreadable, but his intensity making my breath catch.“Sorry. It’s okay.” His tone softened, almost like he realized he’d pushed too far. “Where are you going?”I hesitated. Truth was, I didn’t know. So I told him what little I could.“I’m leaving my pack,” I muttered.Something flickered in his eyes—sympathy? Disappointment? I couldn’t be sure. He stepped closer, his presence so heavy it almost smothered me.“Why not come with me?” His voice was gentler now, coaxing. “I have a pack. You’d be safe there.”I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, footsteps echoed in the hall, followed by a sharp whistle. My heart stopped. He went still, listening.Then, in one fluid motion, he grabbed the curtain, yanking me toward the window. His chest pressed against my back, and for a seco
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