Amara’s POV
Sweat soaked my sheets as I tossed and turned in my sleep. The room was chilly, but my body was hot, scorching from the inside out. Something—or someone—seemed to be reaching inside of me, as I experienced an odd tug in my chest.
Then everything changed.
I was out of my room now. Thick black mist replaced the melted walls. Every step I took caused the ground beneath me to shatter, and the sky above me turned blood crimson. A lofty throne, its frame tangled with thorns and bones, stood in the distance, encircled by fire. With trepidation, I inhaled.
There was no dream here. It was a trap.
Lilith came out from behind the throne. Her eyes glowed with strength, and her scarlet gown flowed like smoke. She smiled as if she owned me and purred, "You finally came."
My throat cons
