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AMAIRA POV

As I slowly ate, meekly chewing while focusing my gaze on my food, I could feel the presence of the witch as she sat close to me on the bed.

When I had had enough, I pushed the tray away and she took it before dropping it on the bedside table.

The entire, I watched her with the corner of my eyes as they narrowed down suspiciously.

I wouldn't say I was jealous of the woman In front of me, but wasn't Damien being quite familiar with her for someone that was 'just' a friend?

She was incredibly beautiful and I envied her white hair and her crimson, ruby red eyes that I feared Damien may have been lying to me about us being together. I so badly wanted to trust him. I knew he was someone I could trust, yet …

Yet what?

I could hear my inner conscious cautioning me.

Why was there a 'yet'. If I did trust him, then there shouldn't be any other doubts whatsoever.

"Are you okay, Amaira?"

I jerked on hearing that name before raising my head and realizing that Jessica was still sit