Amara walked out of the house, every step feeling like it carried the weight of the entire world. Her chest hurt, not from the injuries or the pain she had earlier, but from the anger sitting so deep it almost made her dizzy. She didn’t even know what she was mad at anymore. Leo? The lies? Herself? Probably all of it.
The night was quiet. A little too quiet. The sound of her slippers against the pavement echoed louder than normal, and for a second she thought she was imagining it, but then she stopped—and the sound behind her stopped too. Her shoulders stiffened.
Someone was following her.
Amara turned sharply, heart pounding. “Who’s there?”
Out of the shadows came a girl who looked like she’d been made from moonlight itself—hair silver as frost, falling like silk over her shoulders, b
