Amara’s POV.
Looking intently in the mirror inside the bathroom, I saw a reflection of a woman who was bothered and guilty, with water dripping from her face and worried eyes. The woman was me.
This was how I looked after losing my entire family. Many things were bothering me every day, so I tried to be a distant and unapproachable person by not showing any emotions. Ironic, wasn’t it? The very person who had made me that way was bothering me right now because I had done something wrong.
I pulled out my hair and took a long breath. My eyes widened as I remembered the presence I had seen earlier.
Ignis Elementum…
My jaw clenched in frustration. They were on the move, and we were left with no idea what their next move would be. What made it even more difficult was that innocent people,
