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Chapter Seven- Home Unsweet Home
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Amara's POV
The house itself was definitely beyond what only two people would need. It left me to wonder if we would be housing staff of any kind and how trustworthy they may be. As it seemed I was a captive, I had to find a way to survive from one gilded cage to another. In hindsight, I knew I was cruel to Jackson when all he had done was try and protect me, but I was too angry at him to see anything beyond my rage. Maybe if he would have come back into my life before now things could have been different. Maybe this night wouldn't be forced…maybe it wouldn't be fake.The mudroom opened to a small entryway directly across from a staircase set on a far wall and archways leading to different sections of the house. To the right was the kitchen, silver and cobalt details that looked untouched and pristine. Wrapping around to this had been a dining room with enough room for approximately eight guests and a small candelabra at the center. Beyond this was a study decorated iRelated chapters
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Amara’s POVMy feet couldn't move fast enough as I made my way into the lobby of the apartment complex. Still, it was fast enough to access the elevator without being stopped by the receptionist. The doors came closed in the final second and I began to transcend. Without a weapon. Or a plan. When the doors did come open, I found the apartment in a short disarray and the sight of motionless feet around the first corner. The same kinds of shoes all men in Jackson's line of work seemed to wear in their reflective sheen. I moved carefully around the corner before finding ironed pants stained with blood that came to an open torso riddled with even more crimson. Higher still was a face turned aside. As I lowered to verify who it was, a sudden force took me against them. A hand to my mouth and a thick corded arm around my torso, I was pulled to a familiar chest. It was made of the same stone that gave a contradicting comfort of a raging heart and a protective
