Chapter 21 A Thin Line

• The tension inside the warehouse was suffocating. Amara’s pulse pounded as she followed Damian through the maze of rusted shipping containers and broken wooden crates. The air smelled of dust, oil, and something metallic—blood, maybe.
• Damian moved with precision, his footsteps nearly silent against the concrete floor. Amara tried to match his stealth, but her mind was still tangled in their conversation from the car. The way he had admitted wanting her yet refusing to let himself have her—it had set something ablaze inside her, something she wasn’t sure she could extinguish.
• She was still replaying his words when Damian suddenly stopped, his arm shooting out to block her path. Amara barely avoided colliding with his chest. His body was tense, his muscles locked like a predator ready to strike.