Aarhea’s Point of View
Amara was sitting close to me in the study room, her voice low.
“Aarhea, you know it’s true. Jake is dangerous. If you really want peace, you need to let him go. Logan is the one who can stand beside you.”
I gave a faint nod. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’ve been blind.”
Before Amara could answer, the door opened. Roman stepped inside, calm, his hands behind his back. His eyes swept over both of us.
“Talking about Jake again?” Roman asked.
Amara straightened. “Yes, Roman. Aarhea deserves to know—”
“Enough,” Roman cut her off. His voice was calm but sharp. “Do you want the whole palace to hear you? Sit down.”
Amara fell silent. I narrowed my eyes. “Why are you so quick to silence her, Roman?”
Roman gave me a polite smile. “Because words can destroy faster than
