AMARA’S POV
I woke up surrounded by silk and light. I noticed that the bed beneath me was soft. When I opened my eyes, light spilled across the stone wall, the ceiling above me arched high, carved with delicate patterns that caught the glow of crystal lamps. Everything was too beautiful.
For a second, I thought I was dead — until the memories came crashing back.
The attacks, Kael bleeding, barely standing, being dragged away while I screamed his name until I lost consciousness.
I shot upright, my chest heaving.
“No,” I whispered, the word breaking apart as it left me.
I swung my legs off the bed and rushed to the door, yanking at the handle with shaking hands. Locked. I hit it again, harder this time.
The door didn’t even rattle.
My gaze flew to the windows. They were tall and open
