Amelia sat motionless on the couch, sunk deep into the cushions like the weight of her failure was physically holding her down. Aaron hadn’t even spared her a glance—he’d just handed her off to his bodyguards and left without a word.
Fury surged in her chest. She lashed out, kicking the coffee table in front of her. The heavy glass piece didn’t move much, but one of its legs slid off the rug and scraped sharply against the hardwood floor.
The screech cut through the silence like a blade, echoing mockingly in the quiet apartment, as if the noise itself was laughing at her—at her humiliation, at her losing grip.
Both her knees were still bandaged, raw and stinging from the fall. Any movement tugged at the wounds, but the pain was nothing compared to the rage that burned inside her. It wa
