Amara's POV
Vancourts and Seraphine jumped at the unexpected voice, spinning around quickly.
They found me standing there with a sharply dressed young man in an expensive suit—someone whose looks and build definitely caught attention.
Seraphine sized us both up before smirking. "What's this? Hunting for another rich guy?"
Digby seemed at a loss for words.
The way Digby stared at Seraphine right then—like he was looking at a corpse.
"Keep your mouth shut," I said flatly. "Or I'll make sure that tongue doesn't stay where it belongs much longer."
I walked straight past them both and left quickly.
——
Digby's thoughts raced. 'This is bad.'
Amara's temperament had always been unique.
When she clashed with others, immediate action meant she wasn't truly furious. Even when she lashed out, she'd control her force to avoid actually killing anyone on the spot.
But when she threw out threatening words before making a quick exit—that's when she was genuinely pissed.
