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As Amara rode down the path, the trees around her seemed to be getting closer. She could feel them suffocating her. She could hear her heart pounding against her chest.
She abruptly stopped the horse and hopped off. Amara frantically looked around, her eyes full of bewilderment. If someone were to walk by they would think she had escaped from a mental hospital.
Amara fell to the ground and rested her head against a tree as the world spun around her. What was she going to do? If she went back to the camp she could talk with Dutch about a plan. But sometimes plans don't work, sometimes you just need to comply. And the stubborn, hard-headed Amara we know and love, decided to comply to whatever Colm wanted, for the sake of her friends and family.
Amara gave herself a few minutes to calm down before she hopped on the horse and rode to the camp the O' Driscolls were staying at.
Scenarios playing in her mind of what could happen. This could be her last day on this earth. But there's so much she wants to do, so much she wants to see. Not to mention she's going to die a virgin.
There's so many unsaid things between her and John. She keeps thinking about what could've been if Colm was not in her life. And Maisie, she never got to say anything to Maisie. Hopefully, Sean will take care of her.
The woman's thoughts were put on pause as she arrived at the camp and was immediately greeted by Colms men.
They led her to his cabin. Inside he was sitting at his desk, papers scattered everywhere and words engraved into the wood.
Colm looked up at her with a knowing smile on his face. "Come to make a deal with the devil?" He chuckled as he put his feet up on the desk and leaned back in his chair.
The two men next to Amara pushed her towards a chair. She sat down, adjusted herself, and then looked Colm straight in the eye. "You will never be as cold and mean as the devil. If you were, I would be dead already." She said in a calm, yet irritating tone.
Colm clenched his fist and sat up straight. "I'll kill you right now, whore!" He yelled through gritted teeth.
"Why did you send an attack on my horse?" Amara asked as anger built up inside her.
"Thought it would send a message." Colm shrugged and he looked at Amara with a smirk. "Obviously, it did."
"I hate you."
"I'll add you to the list."
Amara groaned as she sat back in the chair and crossed her arms. "What do you want?"
Colm leaned back in his chair. He shooed his men away and fiddled with his dry, strawy hair. "I'm holding you for ransom against your parents."
