Amara POV
I bare my teeth. “No. You’re wrong.” Shaking my head, I find myself growing slightly lightheaded. He notices, and someone instantly brings me a glass of water.
A faint chuckle escapes him. “If I were wrong, little queen, you wouldn’t be here.”
The room holds its breath.
I lift the glass to my lips and drink, letting the cool liquid soothe my burning throat. I hadn’t realized just how thirsty I was, I guess.
He straightens, clasping his hands on his lap, and finally looks at Tomas.
“You may speak,” the master says.
Tomas inclines his head. “So what of the ruby?” he asks calmly. “The grimoire? They were meant to stay in her presence.”
“I know,” the master replies. “We will figure everything out. Don’t fret, Tomas.”
My head snaps toward Tomas despite myself. “You knew all
