Amara’s POV
The wind died.
All of a sudden, everything froze. Snarls of cursed wolves and cries from warriors froze in mid-air. Even the fire crackling close to the woods stopped, the flames hanging as though they were held in place by unseen hands.
My throat tightened with each breath.
There was a problem.
With his sword lifted and his face twisted in a sneer, Kian stood a few feet away from me. He wasn't moving, though. Rowan, who had just jumped into the air in the middle of an attack, wasn't either. It was all glass now.
Except for me.
As well as her.
Lilith.
Unharmed, she sailed across the battlefield. Her long white hair glistened with frost, and her black gown remained steady. Her crimson eyes met mine.
"So you're the girl they're willing to die for," she said in a quiet v
