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Chapter 12

Elias’s expression changed immediately. He stepped toward her quickly, one hand gripping her waist to steady her.

“What happened?” he asked sharply, concern flashing across his face. “Amara, what happened?”

Amara slowly straightened before turning her head to glare at him with disbelief written all over her face.

“What do you think happened?” she snapped.

The moment she snapped those words at him, Elias still did not look even slightly reassured.

If anything, the worry in his eyes only increased tenfold.

His brows pulled together tightly as he stepped closer to her again, one hand still firmly around her waist as if afraid she would collapse if he let go.

“Tell me clearly,” he said quickly, panic already creeping into his voice. “Something’s wrong? Are you in pain?”

His eyes scanned her face frantically before dropping toward her body.

“Where does it hurt exactly?” he pressed urgently. “Tell me where it’s hurting.”

“I’m fine,” Amara tried to say through clenched teeth.

But Elias was already moving.

Without giving her another second to protest, he bent down and slid one arm underneath her knees while the other wrapped around her back before lifting her straight into his arms.

Amara let out a startled cry, immediately grabbing his shoulders for balance.

“Elias!” she snapped. “Put me down! What are you doing? I’m fine!”

But he barely listened.

His jaw was tight with panic as he carried her quickly toward the front door.

“No,” he said firmly. “Something is wrong. We’re going to the hospital.”

He adjusted her more securely against his chest before looking down at her anxiously.

“How are you feeling? Are you dizzy? Is there pain anywhere else?”

“What? No!” Amara cried out, her face turning red in embarrassment. “I’m not going to the doctor!”

She slapped a hand against his chest lightly in frustration.

“I’m fine! It’s just because of… last night! Who told you to—”

She stopped herself abruptly before blurting out something even more embarrassing.

Instead, she glared at him furiously.

“I’m fine,” she repeated stubbornly.

But Elias still did not slow down.

He carried her straight outside toward the black car waiting in the driveway and carefully put her into the passenger seat.

The second he tried pulling away, Amara attempted to climb back out immediately.