AMARA’S POV

“Are you nervous?” Caelan asked, his silver orbs boring holes into my skull as we neared the venue of the gathering. The silent hum of the car’s engine and the sight of familiar lands did little to calm me down.

But I couldn’t have Caelan getting the wrong idea. He might think I was nervous to see Elian again.

I just want to kill that bastard.

“No, I am fine,” I lied.

He took my hands before I could stop him. Only when his large hands engulf mine do I realize how ...