"Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock… The clock is ticking, Amara," Rhys said with a grin, his lips curling into a menacing smile. "What's your choice? Will you assist me, or should I…" His voice trailed off as he made a swift motion across his throat.
A surge of rage coursed through me as I clenched my fist, narrowing my eyes. I despised this situation. I loathed my powerlessness and resented that I continuously had to yield to his threats.
"What do you want me to do?" I murmured, feeling the weight of defeat settle on my shoulders.
His laughter echoed mockingly in the room. "Now, that's a good girl. You see if you play it smart, things won't be so tough for you."
"By the way, you need to correct something," he went on, an eerie sparkle in his eyes. "I didn't do anything to you. Everything happening in your life is the result of your own choices. The pain in your heart? That's all you."
