"I don't understand-" "There's nothing to understand. He hurt you, Amora. He had to pay, I don't give a fuck if he was wasted." he lowers his gaze at me. "But why do you care, Mattheo?" I ask, my gaze meeting his. He takes in a breath, breaking eye contact as his eyes scan around the room for a moment before meeting mine once again. "I don't," he states. Once again, he was lying. I knew he was lying. ~~~ Amora Sinclair and Mattheo Riddle were bound by fate to be enemies. Amora is your typical Slytherin princess. Mattheo is the boy who couldn't feel. Against all odds, their worlds collide in a dangerous game of secrets, desire, and betrayal. As shadows deepen and old wounds bleed, how will they navigate every dark twist and turn that comes their way?

(verb.) to be afraid of : expect with alarm "she was a storm, sudden; powerful; violent; devastating; and utterly magnificent."