Amara’s POV
I wrung my hands while sitting on a low bench outside the council room. The screams within were muffled by the heavy, ancient rune-carved hall doors, but not enough to conceal the rage.
I was the subject of their argument. Once more.
I attempted to control my breathing while pressing my back against the chilly wall. The pain in my mark pulsed like a warning. Every heartbeat was palpable to me.
She is on her way to get you.
I shut my eyes. Her voice had been in my nightmares all night, and her command was still reverberating.
Burn or bring me the Priestess.
The door swung open with such force that it struck the stone. I leaped. Kian strode out, eyes blazing a pale yellow, face black. With a low groan, he ran a hand through his hair.
"Kian?" My voice faltered.
His face s
