Amara’s POV
As the trees above us merged into a canopy of dark green and gold, my eyes slowly opened. I sensed Kian's powerful arms encircling me. As if I were something valuable, he held me tight to his chest while he carried me through the jungle. His heart pounded firmly and steadily against my cheek.
I said, "You don't have to carry me."
"Yes," he responded quietly. “You fainted.” Once more.
I attempted, but was unable, to smile. "I apologise."
His voice was tense as he continued, "Stop apologising." "You entered the wilderness by yourself. You contacted ancient magic. You have no idea how terrified I was."
With the altar still vivid in my imagination, I whispered, "I had to find answers." "And I did."
He took a while to respond. He simply continued to walk while holding me clos
