Kara stared at the dagger Damien had slammed into the map, its blade buried deep in the heart of the Human Kingdom. It was a declaration of war, a promise of retribution.
Her fingers curled into fists at her sides.
Luke had to die.
The thought should have unsettled her. Killing him meant crossing a line she could never return from. But after everything—the betrayal, the poison, the war he had started—there was no other way.
She glanced at Damien. He wasn’t hesitating. He was born for war. But was she?
“You’re quiet,” Damien said, his deep voice pulling her from her thoughts.
Kara exhaled sharply. “I’m just wondering if this is the right move.”
Damien raised an eyebrow, leaning over the war table. “Did nearly dying change your mind?”
Kara’s jaw tightened. “No. It just made me think.
