Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 110

But her feelings for him were nothing but distant. She had no idea what he might do next, and that terrified her.

Amelia let him pull her to the door. As soon as she stepped inside the bedroom, she spoke, her voice flat: “Just go. I don’t want to see you.”

She was ice cold, and beneath that coldness was a bone-deep exhaustion. Daniel ached for her, guilt twisting in his chest. He spoke softly, trying to soothe her. “Let me stay with you, please. I won’t do anything, I’ll just be here.”

Amelia looked up, meeting his eyes. She spoke slowly, her words deliberate and sharp: “Every second I look at you, I hate you a little more.”

Daniel froze.

She pulled her hand from his grasp and wouldn’t even spare him a glance. Turning away, she closed the door in his face.

She was utterly spent.

After the anger faded, only fatigue and sorrow remained. Her limbs felt leaden—she couldn’t even describe how tired she was. She didn’t have the strength to shower. She simply stripped off her clothes, crawled under the covers, and fell asleep.

As she closed her eyes, a desperate wish flickered through her mind: If only this were just a dream. If only Daniel had never locked her up. If only she’d never started to hate him.

She had no idea how long she slept. Half-asleep, her hand brushed against something soft and furry.

Blinking blearily, she couldn’t tell if she was dreaming or awake, but there, curled beside her, was a tiny kitten.

There’s something healing about small creatures—especially ones that are warm, fragrant, and impossibly soft. Amelia didn’t want to question if this was a dream. She reached out and pulled the kitten into her arms, letting herself drift back to sleep.

When she woke again, dawn hadn’t yet broken.

A beautiful calico kitten was nestled at her side. It took her a moment to realize it was real—there truly was a kitten in her bed.

“Meow—”

The calico stretched and yawned, then sat up, blinking at her. That’s when Amelia noticed the little harness strapped to the kitten’s chest—a tiny camera affixed to it.

“Daniel, it’s six a.m. at the latest, I’ll leave by eight. If you let me go, I’ll forget last night ever happened. I won’t hold it against you.”

There were dark circles under Daniel’s eyes. He tossed the tablet aside and stood up. “What do you want for breakfast? Pancakes, waffles, or maybe eggs and toast?”

Amelia followed him, exasperated. “I’m not hungry. Let me go.”

He opened the fridge. “We’ve got plenty of groceries, but my cooking skills are limited. How about some eggs and spinach over pasta?”

He was completely missing the point. Amelia clenched her fists, struggling to keep her temper. “No one wants your pasta, Daniel. I said, let. me. go!”

He slammed the fridge door shut. The sound echoed through the apartment.

He turned to look at her, his eyes cold and resolute. He replied, just as deliberately, “I told you—before noon, you’re not going anywhere.”