Chapter 70 Delicate Balance

• The soft click of heels against the marble floor echoes through the main entrance hall as Efrem and I descend the stairs. My heart flutters nervously in my chest, a mix of anticipation and anxiety bubbling in my stomach as we approach Deonta’e and Amara.
• Efrem’s hand rests lightly on the small of my back, a warm touch that seeps through the fabric of my dress. As we reach the bottom of the stairs, I watch as Efrem and Deonta’e exchange their usual greetings.
• “Deonta’e,” Efrem says, his voice a low rumble. “It’s good to see you.”