Amara's POV

The air in the living room was thick with a silence that screamed louder than any argument. Cassian stood there, his face filled with cold fury, his eyes, dark and stormy, fixed on me. My heart was pounding and I couldn't look at him. I couldn't bear the disappointment, the anger, the accusation in his eyes. He knew. He knew that I had lost our son.

"Where is he, Amara?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "What happened to our son?"

I looked away, my gaze fixed on ...