Amara’s POV
I sat with my hands clenched in my lap in the council hall. I feared my ribs could fracture from the force of my heart's thunder.
On either side of the long wooden table, Rowan and Kian stood looking at one another as if they were engaged in combat.
Senior, at the head of the table, Mira sat with her eyes fixed in rage and her withered hands folded over her staff.
Kian's tone was cold. “You're not worthy of her. You relinquished her.”
Rowan snarled. "You believe you've improved? When she was mine, you had never even met her. She is the Priestess, and that is the only reason you desire her.”
Kian yelled, "That's a lie." "I love her, which is why I want her."
"ENOUGH!" roared Mira.
There was uncomfortable stillness in the room.
In an attempt to contain my emotions, I pin
