Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 414

With a sharp rip, the sound of tearing fabric filled the room. Finnian had torn her blouse. Tears streamed from Amara’s eyes. She opened her mouth to scream, but it only gave him the opening he sought.

The bastard. Had he lost his mind? A tear slid from the corner of her eye as she bit down hard on his lip. The metallic taste of blood filled their mouths, but he still wouldn’t let go. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. He was drunk.

She flailed her arms, and her hand closed around a hard, decorative object on the nightstand. Without a second thought, she swung it at his head.

With a heavy thud, the man collapsed onto the floor. Amara scrambled off the bed, clutching her torn clothes, and fled the room, tears streaming down her face.

The blow from the pyramid-shaped paperweight had cracked Finnian’s head and shocked him back to sobriety. He sat on the floor, staring at the rumpled sheets, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air. The reality of what he had just done to Amara crashed down on him, and his eyes widened in horror.

He had just tried to force himself on her.

In that moment, a crushing guilt seized him. He wanted to hit himself. He staggered out of the bedroom, but Amara was gone. Where had she gone? Her phone and jacket were still on the sofa. Had she run out without a coat, without her phone? This was an unfamiliar neighborhood for her. Where could she have gone?

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