Amelie was grateful for the support of the wall; otherwise, she would have crumpled to the ground.
She sensed something was wrong but she couldn’t think beyond the waves of nirvana engulfing over her. Eventually another breeze from the air conditioning shivered over her, reminding out that she was naked, her breasts on show. That Atu had retreated to the opposite side of the room, his hands braced against the wall, his head bowed.
With shaky hands, she pulled up her zip and straightened her dress. As if triggered by the rustle of her clothes, he finally turned.
The eyes that raked over her were icy, his jaw set in concrete.
“If you’re about to give me a lecture on what just happened, don’t bother,” she said, pre-empting in a voice that wasn’t as steady as she’d hoped.
Expecting a cutting remark, she was stunned when he approached her. The look in his eyes wasn’t exactly gentle, nor was it cold any longer. It was just…painfully neutral.
“I’ve given you all that I can,” he murmured in a tone that sounded decidedly bleak. “You can go now, Amelie.”
But she wasn’t about to turn tail and run despite every instinct warning her to leave.
“Atu…”
He shook his head. “No. No more.” There was a half plea buried beneath all the austerity he was projecting. She wanted to rip it all away. Dig until she found the heart of the man she knew was buried underneath.
But to what end?
He was right. This was what she’d wanted. But now…she wanted more.
“I…”
They both froze as a scream ripped through the silence.
It was silent outside.
Too silent.
There was no music or laughter or any sound of the party they’d left behind.
Atu hurried to the door and yanked it open. His long strides ate up the distance from the guest suite to the hallway that led to the living room and bar.
Another scream and the sound of loud sobbing hit Amelie’s ears as they arrived on the terrace.
Every guest looked subdued, their eyes wide with shock as they stared at the huddled figure of Atu’s mother cradled in her husband’s arms.
Amelie felt a chill whisper over her bare arms as Atu breached the gap between himself and his mother.
“What’s wrong? What’s happened?” When no one answered, he rounded on Ekow, his younger brother. “Tell me what’s going on, now!”
His brother looked shaken, his shock laced with something harrowing Amelie didn’t want to acknowledge. Because she knew that the moment he spoke the words, they would be unretractable.
But he said them anyway.
“It’s Fiifi.” Then his eyes flickered to her. “And the Hayford girl.”
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