AMAYA'S POV
I was a mess.
I was shitting bricks as it felt as if my life was coming to an end. I knew I asked for it but it was something I thought would never happen. My heart hurt in my chest from how fast it was beating, my body was sweaty, and my skin felt cold as I waited for the feel of her fist or her teeth gnawing into my flesh, tearing me into pieces but when I had heard that voice, a part of me felt a relief.
"Let her go!" The voice commanded with so much respect; I could feel it in the room.
I slowly opened my eyes and looked past her. There was a man, tall, full of lean muscles and a stoic appearance at the door. His glare on us made me feel that he had some type of power that overruled her and from how her grip around my throat softened, I could sense it.
"You got lucky," she said under her breath and let me go.
