She watched the maid leave, the simple hand gesture from him showing a sign of power, a sign that everyone was obedient to him. But Amarie wouldn't be, there was no way.
"The sooner you release me the less likely anyone will know I was even captured." She seethed the words through her teeth, hating the fact she had succumbed to a capture, usually she was the one doing the capturing.
She turned to look at the man with renewed anger, staring him in the eyes, the murderer. "You, you killed my parents." She turned back, the painful memory welling up in her mind again, the flames, the blood. "How can I even comprehend staying with a murderer. I'd much prefer to die." She looked at her reflection in the water, her brow furrowed and hair wet, sticking to her face.