Chapter 371

• Amara's pov
• Orian's hold on my wrists tightened as I grappled against him, his lap clamped my legs tighter together making it harder for me to wiggle away from his hold. I was only rewarded with getting my hair everywhere as I struggled and I could feel dried twigs and leaves sticking to the strands.
• I gave up fighting, my breath hitched as I heaved, my chest following an upward and downward motion with my bosom swelling and trickles of sweat rolled down the skin.