Amara wished she shared his confidence. She knew they were doing everything they could to prepare, but the uncertainty gnawed at her. She had always been someone who needed to act, to take control of a situation. Sitting back and waiting for Lyall to strike went against every instinct she had.
“I just hope it’s enough,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Darius turned her around gently, cupping her face in his hands as he looked down at her with a mixture of love and determination. “It will be,” he said firmly. “We’ve faced worse than this, Amara. We’ll get through it.”
Amara searched his eyes, finding the strength she needed in his unwavering belief in them. She knew he was right. They had been through so much already—survived battles, betrayals, and enemies who had tr
