AMARA’S POV

“Are you nervous?” Caelan asked, shattering the car’s silence.

“Surprisingly, no,” I answered, his brow hiked. “Even though silver lake turned against me and almost had me executed, I don’t feel anything knowing I am about to face them again. It feels more like going to see your family after an argument. Even though things got heated, you know for a fact that they will welcome you back with open arms.”

Caelan shook his head, a smirk on his lips. “You really are ...