Kamrynn's POV
Amara stared at the knife, her face as pale as the suds in the sink. Tiona was the first to speak, her voice trembling. “That knife… it would’ve gone right through her.”
“It would’ve been bad,” I murmured, barely recognizing my own shaky voice. My heart was pounding, adrenaline rushing through me so fast that my hands trembled.
The maids exchanged frightened whispers, their voices blending into a dull hum in the background. I couldn’t focus on their words. My mind was spinning, replaying the moment over and over. That feeling—that overwhelming certainty—had saved Amara’s life.
But how had I known?
Tiona placed a hand on my shoulder, her grip firm but comforting. “Kamrynn, are you okay?”
I nodded stiffly, though my throat felt tight. “I… I just knew something was going
