Amelia’s POV
My jaw dropped at the sight of him and the fear that boiled in the deepest depths of my stomach suddenly made me forget how to speak.
His presence alone was terrifying and I could hear literally every sense that I possessed screaming at me to turn to my heels and leave.
I can spend the night in Rebecca’s room and he won’t be able to follow me there.
His grey eyes pierced through every fibre of my being and I could feel the heat of his gaze coursing through me as I tried to think of something to say.
I knew that I was at fault and Castriel had every right to be angry because not only did I ruin his expensive shirt, I didn’t tell him about it and instead tried to avoid him.
What was the question again? Right…
“I was….” I paused as though thinking carefully about my next c
