Amara’s POV
I put my arms over myself and sat on the bed. My mark continued to pulse subtly, serving as a reminder of the voices and visions yelling, "Choose! "
Mira showed there in my room like a chilly breeze creeping between the cracks before I had even fully recovered. She entered quietly, her silver robe shimmering. Tonight, her face appeared older and more worn out, as if the stars had sapped her energy.
“Mira,” I said, my throat dry. "What is going on with me? "
Her eyes were steady as she sat across from me. "Did you not hear them? The spirits of destiny.
Slowly, I nodded. "They told me I had to make a decision. Kian or Rowan. And something horrible will occur if I don't.
A thin line of her lips squeezed together. "Yes."
I took a look at the door. Even though Rowan and Kian
