Chapter 13 Dare's Past

Amara settled into the cushioned lounge chair on the terrace, sunlight filtering through the leaves of the surrounding palm trees, casting playful patterns across the marble floor. The air was tranquil, the gentle rustle of nature wrapping around her like a warm embrace. It was a perfect day—one that invited introspection as well as connection. Dare sat across from her, leaning back in his chair, his expression contemplative as he gazed out toward the swaying branches. There was something magnetic about the way the sunlight highlighted the sharp angles of his face, juxtaposing light and shadow, revealing a depth of character that intrigued her.