Gianna
Sharp at seven, I was waiting in Amara’s living room, watching as she fumbled around doing god knows what. She was dressed in all black, long hair tied in a ponytail and was far from the Amara I usually saw around here. More like the one I met the first time.
“Okay,” Amara nodded, finally done doing whatever she was doing. “Are you ready?”
“I am,” I said. “But what about the guards, sorella? And my phone…it has a tracker too. Nico is tracking it at all times so I can’t switch it off.” Amara grimaced, rolling her eyes and then shrugged.
“We will figure it out,” she said flatly, stalking out. “Come on, let’s go.” I followed after her, my heart pounding both with excitement and fear. If Nico found out what I was upto I was so dead.
And Amara too.
“Where are Ares and Lucio?”
