AMARIS’S POV
My heart raced, and I tried not to let my trembling fingers show—but right beside me, Zevran’s gaze flicked toward them before meeting my eyes.
I looked away fast, stuffing my hands into my lap, out of his sight.
“There has to be another way. We have a chosen mate! Check again!” Theron demanded, frustration twisting his every word into a growl.
I tried to ignore the brutal ache that slashed through my chest at his rejection.
“You’re a seer," he snarled. "The supposed best in the kingdom. What use are you if you can’t give us a single way out of this bloody mess?”
Nyoka didn’t even flinch.
She simply returned to her seat, taking a slow sip of her tea before reaching for another brownie, completely ignoring the rabid man losing his s**t in front of her.
Theron scoffed,
