Amara pov

My deal with Dorian was a secret handshake over enemy lines, a pact forged in betrayal and a furious desire for vengeance. As we stood to leave, the weight of my decision settled on my shoulders. I was no longer a victim; I was a player in a game far more dangerous than I had ever imagined.

"You should come stay with me," Dorian said, his voice low and serious as we walked out into the cool evening air. "It would make things easier. For Eli, for the media. It would give us a ...