Amara’s POV.
After Commander Iris passed away, I found myself consumed by the need to find her killer. It had been a week since her death, and there were no new leads. The lack of progress was taking a toll on me. I wondered who could have committed such a crime.
I rested my head on the kitchen island, feeling at a loss for what to do. I was awash in possibilities. I had been contemplating my next steps and what I would do if I caught the culprit.
I probably looked like a zombie by now, with dark circles under my eyes and pale skin. Even Damien seemed concerned about my well-being, as my lack of sleep was affecting me.
“You’re here.”
I made a crude face when I heard the familiar cold and unsettling voice. Standing before me was the man whose appearance matched the tone of his voice.
