Daniel
She burned me.
She didn’t mean to—at least, I don’t think she did—but the second I touched her, it was like something reached out from under her skin and bit back.
The pain was gone now. But the memory of it wasn’t.
And neither was the warning buried beneath it.
Amara wasn’t just glowing.
She was becoming something else.
Something dangerous.
I sat across from Marcus in his study, watching as he poured two glasses of elderberry wine like this wasn’t the beginning of something disastrous.
“She’s changing,” I said.
Marcus didn’t look up. “That was the plan, wasn’t it?”
“No,” I snapped. “The plan was to use her against Lucian. If she turns out to be what I think she is…”
Marcus finally met my gaze.
“Then we use her differently.”
“You don’t get it,” I growled. “She’s not a
