Amara's POV

I felt the blood drain from my face, the world around me tilting on its axis. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, terrified rhythm. I stared at Dorian, at the conflicted look in his eyes, at the undeniable guilt etched across his handsome features.

"You killed someone?!" I asked again, the words a horrified whisper.

He sighed, his shoulders slumping. He looked exhausted, a man carrying a heavy burden. He took my hand, his fingers surprisingly cold, and his gaze ...