AMARA’S POV

The fog that covered the graveyard offered me some odd sense of comfort. It was cold, soothing. Even the night sky had grown cloudy, stopping the moon’s gaze from falling upon the earth.

I sat cross legged on the grass, staring at the piece of paper found in my father’s coffin. Caelan’s men covered my father’s grave with sand, and surprisingly, Connor offered to redo the gravestone.

“It was already in need of renovation anyway,” Connor said with a sigh when he came ...