AMARA’S POV

The car ride back to black fire was silent during the first half.

Once again, Caelan had a fist to his mouth as his brows drew in deep thought. He looked angry, regretful, bloodthirsty. I had absolutely no idea what was going through his mind.

Ian and Morganna were in the car right behind us. Some of her warriors accompanied us as well, they absolutely refused to be depart from her side.

“Hey,” I said softly, taking his hand in mine with hope to calm him down. “Relax, ...