But now, seeing Finnian come out of Amara’s room—with that look in his eyes, the way he carried himself—it was obvious he liked her, and once again Amara felt conflicted.
Amara stayed in her room for a while, editing her script and reading a book. Before long, Finnian returned. When she opened the door, she sounded a bit resigned. “Mr. Everly, what is it?”
Finnian could tell she was getting impatient. He hesitated before saying, “I’ll just say a couple of things and then I’ll leave, so don’t worry.”
He still didn’t look at Amara, instead turning his face toward the window in the hallway. “It’s about Dorian. He asked me to talk to you—he wants to know if you’d be willing to see him. If you don’t want to, I can go back and tell him no. It’s really fine.”
Just hearing Dorian’s name put Amara in a bad mood. She replied, “Take me to him. Honestly, I kind of want to see him too.”
Finnian nodded. “Alright. We’ll meet him at Galleria Lane.”
“Okay, let me get ready.”
Amara changed into clothes for going out, grabbed her phone, and left with Finnian.
They arrived at a tea house on Galleria Lane. Once inside the private room, Amara glanced around and spotted Dorian sitting at one end of a square table, his back perfectly straight but his face pale. Had it really only been two days? He looked noticeably thinner already.
No matter how much weight he’d lost, Amara had no sympathy for him. She felt that whatever Dorian was going through now, he deserved it—and compared to what Elysia had suffered, his hardship was nothing.


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