Instead, she quietly asked,
“Did you go to the party with Bianca last night?”
Her body remained curled near the table, her hands clenched tightly together in her lap while tears dried against her pale cheeks. The morning light spilled across the room, illuminating the mess around them.
Elias immediately walked back toward her and lowered himself onto his knees in front of her.
“I met her outside the club,” he explained quickly. “She just came inside the party with me.”
His eyes stayed fixed on her face, watching every tiny reaction carefully.
“From now on, you and I will always go in together.” His voice lowered slightly. “I’ll wait for you before entering.”
Amara shook her head at once.
“You don’t have to.”
Her voice was hollow.
“In fact,” she whispered, “next time you can just bring Bianca here.”
Elias’s brows slowly furrowed.
Amara’s lips curved into a bitter smile that looked more painful than mocking.
“You already enjoy taking her inside with you everywhere anyway, don’t you?”
Her glossy eyes stayed locked onto his.
“So why stop at the party? Bring her into this house too.” She glanced around the bedroom before looking back at him. “Bring her inside this bedroom. I’m sure she’d be more than happy to sleep beside you.”
“Amara!”
The change in Elias’s expression was instant. He stood up abruptly and took a step back from her.
“What the hell does that mean?” he roared.
His voice thundered through the room.
“Do you even hear yourself?”
Amara let out a cold scoff and looked at him angrily through her tears.
“I’m telling you the truth.” Her voice cracked. “Isn’t it obvious already?” She laughed bitterly. “You can sleep with Bianca and make her your wife.”
“You are not in your fucking right mind anymore,” Elias snapped furiously.
He dragged a hand harshly through his hair before turning away and pacing once, breathing heavily.
The veins in his neck stood out.
“Do you hear the things coming out of your mouth?” he barked.
“Why are you offended now?” Amara shouted back, tears streaming down her face now. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
Her fingers curled tightly against the floor beside her.
“You can take her to parties…” Her voice trembled violently. “Then bring her home too. She would happily cling to you, and you…” she laughed painfully, “…you’re more than willing to be with her, aren’t you?”
