KIARA’S POINT OF VIEW
I held my breath for the entire two minutes as I watched my brother’s unwavering glare at Samael. Jonathan was here. I wasn’t having a dream. My senses were being flooded by his energy, and I could feel many of them confirming that he hadn’t arrived here by himself.
“Stop being dramatic, will you?”
When I turned my already wide eyes to the female voice and saw Rachel slapping Jonathan’s arm with her soft hand, I nearly fainted. Okay, perhaps I am hallucinating. I am utterly exhausted. It is thus possible that I am daydreaming or that I have likely lost my mind, which makes more sense than what is now happening in front of my eyes.
“Samael?”
I called out to the statue opposite to me, but he didn’t respond and, honestly, I didn’t expect him to. I only needed to hea
