Amara’s POV
As if sensing a terrible event was imminent, the wind howled.
The sharp black stones underfoot were glimmering dimly as Kian and Rowan stood between us at the edge of the Obsidian barrier. Thick and heavy, magic glistened in the air. It crawled over me like smoke with claws, pressing on my skin.
I said, "She's here."
A shadow emerged from the haze in front of them before they could react. The fog gradually cleared, and Lilith appeared—stout, lovely, and menacing. Her eyes were piercing and silver, and they met mine squarely as her long, dark robe fluttered behind her as if it had its own will.
Softly, she said, "Hello, little heir." Like poison, her voice slithered over the trees.
Kian suddenly moved in front of me, his body tensed. "You're displaying courage here."
Lili
