The memory slammed into her like a wave, dragging her under, suffocating her in its darkness. And suddenly, Darius’s touch felt too much, too close. She wasn’t in the Nightshade Packhouse anymore; she was back in that cold, suffocating dungeon, and all she could see was Killian’s face.
“No!” she gasped, the word tearing from her throat. Without thinking, she pushed Darius away from her, her panic taking over. Her breath came in short, frantic bursts, her eyes wide with terror as she scrambled back, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Darius fell back onto the floor, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. “Amara!” he said, his voice filled with concern. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
But she couldn’t hear him. She was lost in the nightmare, her mind trapped in that dark place where Killi
