Amara drifted in the euphoric haze, her mind slipping further into a tranquil darkness that felt strangely like peace. Her last thoughts before slipping away had been of acceptance. She had made her choice—to save Olivia, even if it meant sacrificing herself. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt no fear. Only relief.
But then, like a ripple through still water, awareness stirred. She saw herself.
Her body lay limp on the bed in the guest cabin of the yacht, surrounded by a stillness that felt heavy with despair. Cirian worked feverishly over her, his hands glowing faintly with energy as he whispered frantic apologies. “I should’ve listened to my gut sooner…” he muttered, his voice choked with guilt. Across from him stood Dominic, his face a mask of cold indifference. Bu
