Amara slept for a little, unable to keep awake despite the strain she was under. The wolfsbane she'd been given still hadn't completely left her system and she had been worried it might have harmed her baby. She was jolted awake by someone giving the cage a firm shake and shouting "Wake up" in a loud and heavy tone of voice that was definitely masculine.
She blearily opened her eyes and glared at her Uncle, who looked amused at her anger. A man was standing beside him and she eyed him warily. He was dressed smartly in a black business suit, his body stocky and yet tall, his shoulders broad and his black hair slicked back. He was young, perhaps twenty-five, but had the look of a rich billionaire. Amara distrusted him completely. He clearly had no scruples about paying for her.
"As you c
