His Final Chance.

Tobias had taken Amara to his house, the one place he felt she wouldn’t be under pressure to answer questions and was well hidden from prying eyes. When they arrived, He led her to the living room, precisely his couch and sat her down. “Wait here,” He said, turning on his feet and heading in the direction of his kitchen. “I’ll get the first aid kit.” Amara did not reject the suggestion. She was too tired to do so. So, quietly, she sat on his chair, using the time in which he went to grab the first aid box to examine the interior of his house. This was the first time she had ever been in his house in Milan and when she took a closer look at the interior set up, it reminded her very much of something she would have done, picked and arranged. She was so immersed in observing his house, that she had failed to hear him approach and jump when his voice sounded from behind her. “Let’s clean that wound up, shall we?” He came around to her front and knelt down. The first thing she noticed was t