Amara’s POV
I stormed into Elian’s cabin, tears blurring my vision. My chest felt like it was caving in, the weight of everything crushing me. I hadn’t planned on coming here, but my feet had brought me to the one person I trusted.
Elian was sitting by the fire, his dark hair tousled, his piercing green eyes focused on the flames. The moment he saw me, his expression shifted from calm to concerned.
“Amara?” he said, standing up immediately. “What’s wrong?”
I didn’t answer right away. My voice was caught in my throat, the lump there too painful to swallow. I just shook my head, collapsing onto the couch.
“Amara, talk to me,” he urged, sitting down beside me. His warm hand rested on my shoulder, grounding me.
“I-I don’t know what to do,” I choked out, the tears finally breaking f
