Amelia pressed her forehead against the cold bars, her breathing ragged. The shackles of the chains clamped around her hands were a clear reminder that she wasn't free.
The men were ready to shoot, prepared with their aim, but for some reason, they hadn't shot yet.
As much as Amelia wanted to feel relaxed and hope someone came to stop them, the absence of any new scent was a clear indication that no one had arrived.
It was probably one of Dominic's tricks to see more fear and pain on her face and in her eyes, and she didn't want him to enjoy it. Thus, she kept her eyes closed.
Rather than focusing on what was about to happen next, she tried to focus on the memories that made her feel loved in this lifetime.
