Chapter 67

• Amara sat cross-legged on Serene’s plush, oversized couch, a warm cup of chamomile tea cradled in her hands.
• It was two hours after they had finally convinced Lucian the walls won't collapse, and no one would hurt Amara while they spent some time alone.
• Serena, sitting beside her with her legs tucked under her, observed Amara carefully. She had been waiting patiently, giving Amara the space to collect herself, but the way Amara kept staring into her cup, her fingers gripping it like a lifeline, told Serena all she needed to know.