Amara’s POV.

The slap of the cash register was a sound that echoed in the quiet evening, a low, menacing growl that sent a shiver down my spine. I looked at Dorian, his face a mask of shock and confusion, and then at Cassian, his eyes, dark and stormy, fixed on mine. My mind was a jumbled mess of fear, frustration, and a deep-seated helplessness. He was going to pay. He was going to pay a debt of 800 million.

"I don't need your money," Dorian said, his voice a low, angry hiss. "If she's ...