AMARIS
Nia grabbed my arm the second we exited the board room and yanked me to the side with enough force that I stumbled.
"What the fuck are you thinking Amaris?" Her voice came out as a hiss, low enough that the sentinels filing past us would not hear but sharp enough that I felt the full fledged judgment radiating off her eyes. "That is pure suicide."
What was I truly thinking?
The question echoed in my head because honestly I had no good answer. Why did I suggest using myself as bait? Was this some new suicidal tendency manifesting? Some subconscious death wish brought on by sleeping with Ryker and then being rejected so thoroughly I cried naked on a bathroom floor?
Or was I just so desperate to belong somewhere that I was willing to risk my life for a pack whose Alpha had treated me like livestock since I arrived?
I had no idea.
"I am just going to be bait," I defended, crossing my arms. "It is not like I am actually giving myself to Victor."
