Nico
I barely spoke throughout the dinner in an attempt to control my rage that threatened to slip at any moment now. Gianna barely even bothered to make conversation with me, and that was just making me even angrier. I was wanting to get her alone all through the night, but either she was chatting away with her brother and sister-in-law or playing with Ares and Lucio.
“Are you alright?” I turned around, and Amara padded over the grass to where I stood by the gazebo, drinking my wine.
“Fine,” I said, taking another long sip. I refused to look at her, especially as the soft breeze blew through her dark hair. She was the same Amara, but different. I didn’t quite recognize this one.
“You seemed really worked up all through the evening,” Amara muttered. “Are you worried about what’s goi
