Amara’s POV
The night was colder than normal. As if bearing secrets, the wind rustled against the glass. I had trouble falling asleep. Not with the words still echoing in my ears from what I'd heard Rowan and Kian say.
He did not pick Lilith. He was restrained. Bound by magic.
Rowan was standing by the old well close to the training grounds when I found him. He had his head c****d toward the sky, his face glowing softly in the moonlight. He appeared disoriented. Not like a fighter. Not like a prince. A man with a load too heavy for one soul, that's all.
I moved in closer. Even though my footsteps were soft, he could still hear me.
He said, "You shouldn't be out here by yourself."
I folded my arms and said, "I could say the same to you." "We must speak."
With a sigh, Rowan turned to
