When Leo walked through the gate, the first thing he saw was Amara, sitting on the porch and staring into the vast nothingness.
His heart fell through his throat, almost in shame and a panging sadness. He’d walked all the way home, so of course his anger had gone with the air, but some remnants were still there. Just below the surface.
But now that he could think clearly, he regretted every single word he’d said earlier. He’d die first before putting his hands on Amara.
The only problem was that his demons—those monsters—didn’t think so. They saw her as possession, and could take her life whenever they pleased.
“Leo.” Amara whispered, getting up and wiping some grass from her skirt.
Leo’s heart swelled, and a smile tugged at his lips.
“What are you doing out here, alone? Amara, it’s
