Tears welled in Jamaila's eyes, blurring her vision. She spun back toward him, her voice cracking with desperation as the words tumbled out.
"Let me go! I'm not… I'm not in for whatever you're thinking in that head of yours. I've been apologizing for everything these past days… just let me go!"
"Can you stop crying, young lady?" Auren scoffed, his tone sharp with impatience, as though her trembling voice grated on his nerves. With a swift motion, he tugged his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it carelessly aside. His fingers then went to the clasp of his trousers, unfastening them with casual ease.
Jamaila's hands flew to her mouth, a horrified gasp slipping past her lips as he revealed the shorts beneath. Dread surged through her chest in suffocating waves, tangled with confusion that made her heart pound.
