Chapter 6

The woman across from me froze, then a shriek pierced my eardrums.

"Amara! You've finally come to your senses!"

I stepped on the gas, the engine roaring. "Sophia, calm down."

The moment we stepped into the club, Sophia pulled me down onto a sofa and snapped her fingers at the door.

Instantly, ten men, their faces and bodies sculpted to perfection, filed into the room.

"This is my gift for you!" Sophia said, holding up a bottle of champagne. "Take your pick, my treat!"

A vein pulsed in my temple.

Perhaps it was the sudden release of a nature I'd suppressed for so long, but I found myself feeling a thrilling, long-forgotten sense of abandon.

"You," I beckoned to one of them with a crook of my finger, "pour me a drink."

The man was undeniably handsome, but he moved with an awkward hesitation, earning a frown from me.

Two or three bottles later, my head was starting to feel hazy.

Just then, the door to our private room was thrown open.