Aiden’s POV

The next morning, I found Amara in the living room, wrapping the bandage around her arm.

The wound looked better than it did yesterday, but she was still wincing slightly as she moved.

I stood by the doorway, watching her for a while before asking,

“Did you get anything?”

She didn’t look up. “Nothing concrete,” she said quietly. “But I’m sure now—it was Marcus who killed them. You can stop doubting it.”

I let out a slow breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.

For the first time in a long while, my chest didn’t feel so heavy. “So it was him,” I muttered, sinking into the nearest...