The Games Had Begun.

That same night, after the very much needed hot bath that her grandfather had suggested, Amara received a message from Tobias. At first, she hesitated to even open the message and her ears burnt red ever so slightly when she recalled what had happened the night before. However, when she realized that ignoring the message would have no good effects, she opened the message and was a little surprised to find that the contents were not anything inappropriate, and instead, Tobias had messaged her, telling her he was outside the gate, waiting for her. “Huh,” She muttered as she checked the time. It was just 9 o’clock. Getting up and throwing a sweater over her silk robe, Amara headed out, making her way downstairs and eventually, outside where a black Bentley was parked. Tobias got out, dressed in a casual cardigan, underneath was a black shirt with two of the top buttons undone and grey pants. He waved softly at her, a subtle smile on his lips. Amara would have taken the opportunity an ogle