Amara's POV

I stood rooted in my spot, my heart beating faster, erratically within my rib cage. I could barely breathe, not when Dorian was standing right in front of me, and Cassian was behind me.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered, my breath caught in my throat, making my voice airy.

Dorian arched a questioning brow, a confused expression etched across his handsome features. His hair was slightly out of place as if he had run his fingers through it several times and his ...