Grace's POV
"What happened to your face? Miss Ian, what's wrong?" Carlos's voice carried that familiar gentle tone.
His rich, calming voice seemed to wash over Amara's parched soul like rainfall. She appeared so relieved, clearly seeking his shelter after whatever her sister had done to her the previous night.
Amara forced tears to well up in her eyes, then dramatically gestured toward me. "It was her, Mr. Benjamin! She attacked me last night! She hit me so viciously, then kicked me until I looked like this!"
Her declaration stunned everyone present, myself included.
The surprise hit me because I'd assumed Amara would save her accusations for when she had Carlos alone, but I'd clearly given that airhead too much credit.
Naturally, the little fool couldn't wait even sixty seconds to run crying to her supposed prince charming.
