The man's face was slightly pale, and between his beautiful, delicate brows was a hint of fatigue—he looked truly exhausted. Amanda Smith opened her mouth, her heartache for him momentarily overshadowing her anger. She sighed, "All right... go get some rest."
She lowered her head, a bit disappointed, and turned to leave.
Samuel Johnson watched her profile. Amanda's fleeting look of loss did not escape him. His heart ached, and on impulse, he reached out and fiercely grabbed Amanda's wrist.
"Samuel?"
Startled, Amanda instinctively called out his name. Before she could react, a strong force pulled her back, and she was harshly pressed against the wall. With a "snap," Samuel Johnson shut the door behind him.
Only then did Amanda realize that Samuel Johnson's room was dark; the curtains were thick and, with the door now shut, they blocked out the only source of light.
