Chapter 237: Bound by Love

For a long moment, Amia stood silently, her defiance clear as she faced Prest. The tension between them was palpable, and no one could predict what her next move would be. The weight of their shared history and recent events seemed to hang heavily in the air. "Please, Amia," Zande’s voice was gentle yet persuasive, her words laced with concern, "We have an audience. Don’t give Prest a reason to lose control." Amia blinked slowly, her long lashes brushing against her high cheekbones. She turned her gaze to Prest, her expression unreadable but tinged with faint arrogance. With a regal tilt of her head, she swung her long hair over her shoulder and, with quiet grace, seated herself again for the second set. Her back was to Prest, and though her movements were restrained, there was an undeniable elegance in the way she carried herself. Prest, having finished his guitar solo, allowed his body to relax, though his eyes remained alert and sharp. Zande caught the flicker of relief on Jacob’