AMARA POV
“I want to see those beasts,” I repeated, my voice shaking but firm.
“It’s late, Amara,” Zed said gently. “You need rest. You’re not okay—”
“Now!” I snapped, the word tearing out of my chest. “Now, Zed. I want to see them.”
A broken roar escaped my lips, my eyes stinging so badly it hurt to blink.
Zed didn’t argue again.
Instead, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. The moment his warmth surrounded me, everything I was holding back came crashing down.
“How could they do that to me?” I sobbed into his shirt. “I was just a child.”
My chest rose and fell unevenly as memories crawled back, one after another, blame layered on blame, the constant guilt, hospital rooms that smelled of chemicals, syringes, doctors’ cold stares, the way ev
