Amara's POV

The blood drained from my face, and my heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, terrified drum. It wasn't Dorian. It was him. Capricorn. A man whose very name was a shiver down my spine, a symbol of a world I never wanted to be a part of.

He was standing on my doorstep, a predator on my turf, a grim, triumphant look on his face. My home, my sanctuary, suddenly felt like a cage.

I stepped outside, my hand still on the doorknob, and pulled the door closed behind me, a ...