Tristan
Waiting is agonizing as I watch the lights flicker beneath the door jamb. Minutes pass, ratcheting my worry until the door abruptly opens. Giselle’s eyes are grim when she mutters, “We have a problem.”
I follow her inside the room and see Amara resting on one of the chairs. Her face is pale, but she gives me a reassuring smile and mutters, “I’m fine. Just tired.”
My brow furrows, and my jaw tightens with wariness. I glance toward the angry creatures aggressively slamming against the reinforced cell before facing the females.
“What happened?”
Giselle glances toward Amara before meeting my gaze, “I don’t know how it’s possible, but The Hand of God’s headquarters is working from the Clinic. I recognized the place. We also learned that Sahara’s former coven are the ones who are ha
