Amara’s POV

Just as I stepped out of the car and to the lobby of the building, the click of my heels far too loud in the heavy silence that greeted me. Every head turned then quickly turned back, like I wouldn’t notice the way the air folded in around me.

They all had seen it.

Everyone had.

That damned photo of me, holding Eli’s hand, his hair unmistakably mirroring Cassian’s. The same sharp eyes. The same stubborn chin. It had been splashed across every gossip blog and ...