Chapter 69

• The elevator dinged, and Amara stepped into her office floor like she owned the whole damn building, which, technically, she did.
• Shocked eyes followed her as she stepped into the building. For someone whose ex-husband had tried to kill twice, and the woman she thought was her mother actually being her mother's killer, she looked pretty good.
• Her hair was in soft waves, her lips tinted rose gold, and that usual edge of exhaustion she carried?