"Have you no shame speaking to Granny in that tone?" a fierce-looking girl asked.
Omar released Noam's hand spotting the girl. The girl that was claimed to be able to give Noam what he couldn't. The subject of the argument he was dragged into so early in the morning.
"You seem happy after ruining my day," he snapped at her.
His anger flared out of control.
Lately, it seemed the whole world was out to get him. To ruin his happiness and drag him down.
Amarie froze, Omar's frosty angry voice sending a shiver down her spine. An image flashed in her mind, her worst nightmare. She halted.
"I..it wasn't my intent..."
"Don't make any excuses. You can't stand the fact that Noam loves me and has always chosen me," Omar told. "I'm sure this whole thing is a part of your plan," he accused Amarie.
