020 — HER DEVILISH HUSBAND

AMANI

This better be a bad dream. Or better still, a hallucination… because I would kick Henry’s dusty ass if I ever saw him in my dreams.

I try to sit up but pinpricks of pain shoot up and down my spine. My legs hurt, my feet hurt, my arm hurts, my throat hurts. Everything hurts. Now, I have to deal with the one person that I’d rather die from smoke inhalation than talk to.

“Careful there. You might hurt yourself.” His voice sounds like a horrific version of static in my ears. Crap! It wasn’t a dream after all.

Henry tries to help me up but I give him a death stare and that has him freezing in his tracks.

“Don’t you dare touch me.” I say on an almost growl.

After struggling to sit up by myself, I turn to him and lift a brow; “what are you doing here?”

He has the audacity to smirk at me. “You’re my wife, Amani. You’ve been particularly stubborn and annoying for the past few days, but I still care about you.”

I almost choke on my own soot-flavoured spit.

Unlike other people who wa