Amara’s POV.
Confined within the cold walls of the cell, I could hear the scuffling of approaching footsteps growing ever louder and more insistent. I turned to look at the face of the man I had once revered and trusted above all others, the father-like figure who had occupied a cherished place in my life. But now, I saw him for what he truly was – a traitor.
My mind was in chaos as I tried to process what was happening. I couldn’t believe it. My second father, as I often referred to him, was standing before me. He looked different now. He was no longer the kind and caring man I had known for years. Instead, he looked cold and calculating.
How could the man I had looked up to, the one who had taught me everything I knew, be a traitor?
He had raised me after my parents had passed away,
