Amara's pov
"eto nespravedlivo." This isn't fair. It was a feminine voice spewing Russian words that were beyond my comprehension. She sounded concerned even though I didn't understand her words.
"ya ne igrayu chestno." I do not play fair. This was masculine this time. Deep and smoky just like I had heard the vamp in my dream speak.
A dream that they had interrupted with their words creeping into my subconscious, disrupting my peaceful slumber.
But why were they in my room? Why did Liam bring his friends over to come to have a chit-chat in my personal space while I was sleeping?
It was rude and annoying.
I let out a breath and reached down to pull the covers over me so I could block their voices out. My fingers grappled the woolen fabric and I pulled it over me.
Cold air kissed my b
