Amara’s POV
I had no intention of listening in. I sneaked out of my room and strolled down the hall because I just needed some air. I then heard their voices, which were crisp, strained, and low. Kian and Rowan.
I paused next to the battle room door.
"The key is her," Rowan declared. “Lilith desires her. If we hang her properly—”
"No," Kian yelled. "She isn't bait."
Rowan contended, "She doesn't have to be in danger." All she needs to do is look weak. Permit Lilith to believe she is winning.”
"You wish to entice her with her." “That is equivalent.”
My chest pounded with my heart. They were discussing me. Once more. Like I was a piece on a board. As though I had no voice.
"I won't jeopardize her," Kian snarled.
"But we lose everything if we don't take the risk," Rowan stated.
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