Childish Tantrum

Amelia’s POV

“Collins, I don’t need a bodyguard,” my voice was sharp, cutting through the uneasy silence. “I’ve said this before, that I don’t need somebody on my back every time I go out. I’m not that person.”

He leaned against the back of his chair, his starched white shirt taut across his wide ch...

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