Chapter 10

Amelia traced the arm with her eyes until her vision became filled with Michael's defined jawline. She hadn't noticed that he was standing right next to her. She had been distracted when the crowd swarmed into the elevator. Although she was caged by his tall and broad figure, she felt inexplicably at ease. "Thank you," she said as she averted her gaze. "Cyrus will pick you up later. He'll be responsible for escorting you around for the time being." Michael's deep voice resounded from above her, momentarily stunning her in place. A few seconds passed before she realized that he was talking to her. She wanted to tell him that he didn't have to go out of his way to trouble himself for her, but when she thought about the way Harry was behaving like a ticking time bomb, she nodded and acquiesced to his arrangements. "Alright, then." It didn't take long for the elevator to reach Amelia's floor. She looked up at Michael, who showed no signs of exiting. She didn't question him further a