CAELAN’S POV

I wish there was a term better than screwed.

I am fucked.

Finished. Dead.

Ian saved me, but for only a moment, with his screams of pains. I prayed silently that her rage would not blind her from the fact that Ian was still in need of our presence. It might as well be the last time we would ever see him again.

And Amara, being Amara, suspended her rage to be with one of the people who had betrayed her.

But I could not deceive myself for much longer, there was no postponing the ...