When Max returned, his brows furrowed because Amara looked downcast and the rims of her eyes were red from crying. A few droplets of tears could still be seen clinging to her eyelashes.
He glanced at Ashroth with a questioning look.
Ashroth calmly shook his head. "There is nothing for you to worry about."
Max's frown deepened. How could he not worry when something was clearly bothering his woman?
Just as he was about to ask Amara, however, she looked at him, intense emotions roiling in her eyes. He also felt them through his bloodline sense, but currently the most intense one was her desire to be left alone.
Max walked over to her and gently hugged her to comfort her.
After a while, Amara calmed down slightly and said, "My Lord, I would like to rest here while big brother and you spar."
"Alright," Max nodded. Amara turned around and entered a room.
Max took a breath, shaking his head. From her emotions, he figured out she was worried and anxious about something.
