Novel & Cerita One Moment Please Amy Daws

The beats from the music made her remember Damon. She danced harder, screaming again, “Come on! Louder!” She turned too quickly and crashed face-first into a stranger's warm, solid chest. “Shit—sorry!” she gasped, using her hands to balance herself after she hit the stranger. Her waist got caught by strong hands that belonged to a man with big hands and familiar hands. Elena slowly raised her gaze to him. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest. It was him. Damon Voss stood there in the VIP section, looking down at her with dark, burning eyes. His black shirt had the top buttons open, showing smooth, tanned skin and a hint of hard muscle.

Amy, the firm’s secretary says as I pass by. “Hey! How are you?” “Good. So how do you know Owen Dawson?” “We’re, uh, friends.” I adjust my purse over my shoulder. “Friends, huh? We were friends before too.” She gives me a wink. “No, it’s not like that.” “I won’t tell if you don’t tell.” Shaking my head, I move closer to her desk. “How long ago were you two, uh…” “Friendly?” “Yeah.” She shrugs. “A couple of months ago.” Biting her lip, she drags one finger over her collarbone. “Best night of my life.”

I had my hand flat on the eastern border, already planning the conversation, already building the script in my head, when the door hit the wall so hard the hinges rattled. Dax came through first. Fast, jaw tight, something in his eyes that was not quite panic but was close enough to it that I straightened immediately. And then Amy came in behind him and every single thought in my head evaporated. She looked wrong and sad. That was the only word for it. Hands pressed together, shaking visibly, eyes fixed on some middle distance that wasn't me or Dax or anything in the room. Like whatever she had seen was still playing behind her eyes and she couldn't get it to stop.

Pearl says, looking over her shoulder worriedly in that guy’s direction. “That was epic to watch, Amy! You are truly fearless! That has earned you another shot,” Viviana laughs before making her way back to the bar. “There is a fine line between fearless and stupid,” I mutter under my breath, but even with the loud music, everyone can still hear me thanks to our werewolf hearing. “Whatever. Let’s focus on dancing and having fun! Daya, do you still have Darius blocked from the mindlink? Remember what you promised!” Amy turns to our older sister, who is standing there with her arms crossed, not looking amused anymore.

The crowd erupts in confusion and every lens turns toward Chad. He looks cornered, sweat beading at his temple. His gaze flickers toward me. Then, suddenly, a weak voice trembles from behind us. “Kael…” and the entire hall goes silent. I turn and see Amy stands at the top of the stairs, barely able to hold herself upright. Her white dress is stained with blood and dirt, her face pale, eyes sunken with exhaustion. She takes one shaky step forward, then another. The cameras flash wildly, reporters shouting her name, but all I hear is her broken breath.

Five minutes later, the jewelry store was surrounded by spectators. Amy was holding a thin piece of paper in her mouth and was dancing at the door of the jewelry store. She mumbled, "Hello, everyone, I am a gorilla." Amy danced for half a minute and banged her chest non-stop. She seemed to be exhausted already. Miles was holding his arms behind his back and commented, "Such a horrible dance. Even the actual gorilla can dance better than you." Amy felt the urge to cry.

He smiles and looks at the ground, seemingly thinking the same thing I am. Amy walks out in black leggings and a blue t-shirt and looks at both of us. She sighs and comes over sitting between the two of us. She grabs one of each of our hands and lays her head down on my shoulder. “I want to get out today. Maybe a walk?” She asks taking her head off my shoulder and looking at me then at Dallas. We both smile, “Of course, Aims.” Dallas answers, putting his head on her shoulder. We both couldn’t be happier, the most she’s gotten out is walking to a car. This could be good for her.

“Not that sister. My real one.” Amy frowns. “Daisy is your real sister.” I shake my head. “Long story. Clover was kidnapped when she was three. We just found her. She’s coming to meet me and my dad.” Her expression softens immediately. “Oh. Wow.” “She’s a redhead,” I add. “Striking. You won’t miss her.” Amy chuckles. “Got it.” I dive into the morning briefings, checking properties in escrow, listings about to close. Everything looks solid and profitable. I lean back slightly.

Amy concentrated on the work she had to do and anticipated what David had to tell her. On her way to the restaurant, a call came through, surprising her because it was Reynolds. “Are you busy, Amy?” he spoke right after she answered the call. “I’m on my way to see David,” she answered. “Can you do me a favor right now?” He sounded rushed.

And Lucien had been hurting. The door creaked. Daisy stepped out slowly, smoothing her red dress and patting her curls into place. Her heels tapped against the floor softly. She saw Amy sitting there and smiled gently. “Princess, you’ve been so quiet. Are you waiting for Mommy Daisy?” Amy nodded slowly. Daisy walked over and crouched in front of her. “What is it, baby?” Amy looked up. Her eyes were confused. “Mommy Daisy... do you think what we did back there was right?”