Amelia POV
I trembled with fright when I drove out of the house and saw Harry waiting for me by the gate. He was sitting on top of his car and had dark glasses on.
Gone was the boyish image (something I didn't think he was capable of pulling) that I saw him pull off a few days ago at Sebastian's house. I was still traumatized by the encounter since then but seeing him in front of my house now, made all the blood in my body run dry.
For a moment, I wished I had superpowers, something that would make me disappear, something that would make this nightmare go away but I knew this was a cross that I had to bear alone. I got myself into this fix… so it was no one's fault except mine.
His hands were jammed in front of his pocket as he jumped off his car… I could feel his eyes on me as I parked the car at one corner of the road before coming down. What did he want now? I wondered, making a big production of fixing my dress.
