DONOVAN'S POV
I didn't let the mask slip until I was certain Amanda could no longer see me.
The moment I turned the corner, the controlled neutrality drained from my face. My jaw clenched. My hands curled into fists at my sides.
I've done everything to stay away from her.
But watching those guards grab her like she was nothing—like she was cargo—had nearly undone me. The rage had been a living thing in my chest, clawing to get out. And every time she came near, the need to touch her grew worse. Stronger. More unbearable.
I couldn't keep doing this.
My phone buzzed again. Gloria.
Gloria: Where are you? ❥(^_-)
I stared at the screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. A flicker of annoyance passed through me—sharp and immediate.
I typed back: On my way.
Then
