Amaris’ POV
A paper-white ceiling and cozy chandelier welcomed me after I opened my eyes from a deep and exhausting slumber. I was lying on a soft comfortable bed with thick black sheets covering my body.
I stared at the ceiling, trying to recall everything that happened during the match.
I was pinned down and the people were watching, laughing at my misery. I felt a pinch in my heart because of the realization that I was alone in this world. If I die brutally, no one would give a damn. They would even laugh and take part in the reason for my death,
‘You’re not alone…’
My heart skipped a beat after I heard that familiar voice again. It was the same voice I heard during the match. It was the same voice who helped me defeat that heartless fugitive.
My lips parted as I roamed my eyes ar
