AMANDA'S POV
I stared at him for a long moment, searching for something—anything—that looked like the boy I used to know.
His eyes grew impatient. Dark. Dangerous.
"The more time you waste, the worse your punishment will be."
I shuddered. Then I lay down on the bed, my body numb, my eyes squeezed shut.
Donovan moved closer. "Open your eyes. Look at me."
My fists clenched and unclenched at my sides. Finally, I swallowed every feeling I had left and opened my eyes. I looked at him with nothing—no fear, no anger, no hurt. Just emptiness.
His gaze sharpened. "Take off the towel. I want to inspect you."
My eyes flew wide. "What are you—"
"Don't question me!" His voice cracked like a whip, and the weight of his Alpha presence pressed down on me until I couldn't breat
