POV: Keith

As the dust settled and I caught sight of Ameera standing next to the broken shelves, relief flooded through me for a brief second before being replaced by a sharp pain of disappointment. Ameera stood there, her attire nothing more than a towel wrapped around her chest. My keen eyes noticed the subtle shift in her expression, a flicker of guilt and weakness that did not escape my notice.

Confusion and pain stirred within me as I struggled to process what I was feeling. How could she let him have her, how could she be with another man that is not me, how could she?

The thought that...