Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 468

And Finnian was a formidable fighter himself. How could he have ended up like this? Had he been ganged up on?

Before she could speak, Finnian said, “Have a seat.” Amara nodded and sat on the sofa opposite him.

He glanced at her ankle. “How’s your foot? Does it still hurt to walk?”

“It’s all better now. I can walk just fine,” she replied.

Finnian nodded. “We found out who was behind your kidnapping.”

Amara looked up, surprised. That was fast. His resources were truly impressive. Just as she was about to ask who it was, he answered.

“It was my mother.”

“…”

Emma?

Amara was stunned. She had suspected, but to have it confirmed was another thing entirely. The terror and humiliation of that day came rushing back, and her hands clenched into fists, anger flaring in her eyes. The man in sunglasses had openly talked about killing her. Had Emma really wanted her dead? She had never done anything to harm Emma, so why was she so relentlessly cruel? For a moment, a storm of grief and rage swirled inside her, and she felt a dark urge to make Emma pay.

Finnian couldn’t have seen what happened, but he could imagine the horror she must have endured, and his heart ached for her. He reached out and took her hand. “Don’t worry,” he said, his voice firm. “I won’t let her hurt you ever again.”

Amara nodded, then a thought struck her. Her eyes shot to the wounds on his body. “This… did your mother do this to you?”

With Finnian’s status and strength, very few people could have hurt him this badly. But if it was Emma… that made a terrifying kind of sense. Once he had proof that she was behind the kidnapping, he would have confronted her. It was entirely plausible that she would have lashed out in a fit of rage.

Finnian looked her straight in the eye. “Don’t feel guilty. She hurt you because of me. In the end, I’m the root of the problem. It’s only right that I stand up for you.”

Whether his logic was right or wrong, Amara didn’t dwell on it. Her eyes fixed on his wounds. “Are you badly hurt? Does it… does it hurt a lot?”

The moment the words left her mouth, she realized how foolish they sounded. Of course it hurt.

But Finnian just said, “It doesn’t hurt. Don’t worry.”

It was an obvious lie meant to comfort her. Amara pressed her lips together and didn’t reply. Finnian, too, fell silent, his gaze fixed on her. The vast living room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

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