Her chest rose, breath uneven, but her stance didn't falter.
"I've moved on," she said, firmer now. "So you need to move on, too. Leave me the hell alone." A step back.
Distance. Finality. "This is your last warning, Seb. I mean it." She turned. And this time. She meant to leave. But Seb moved. Instinct.
Desperation. His hand reached out, fingers closing around her wrist. "Amara, just listen…" She yanked her hand back so fast it almost looked like it burned.
"Don't." The word came out low. Deadly. Not loud…but it didn't need to be.
Her eyes locked onto his, something dangerous flashing through them now, something far beyond anger.
"Touch me again…" she said slowly, her voice steady in a way that made it worse, not better. Her hand moved protectively to her stomach.
"…and forget that I'm carrying a life." A pause. Cold. Precise. "Because I will take yours." The threat didn't feel exaggerated. Didn't feel emotional. It felt decided.
