At the mention of Killian’s name, Darius’s expression hardened, his jaw tightening as anger flickered across his features. “He’s locked away. He can’t hurt you, Amara.”
Amara shook her head, her body trembling as she leaned against him. “He’s still plotting,” she said, her voice filled with fear. “He told me his loyalists are planning to free him. He said they’re going to come for him... and for me.”
Darius’s eyes flashed with rage, his grip on her tightening protectively. “That bastard,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I should’ve killed him when I had the chance.”
Amara closed her eyes, pressing her forehead against Darius’s chest as she fought to keep her emotions under control. The thought of Killian escaping, of him coming for her, filled her with a dread she hadn’t felt
