Amara's POV

The day was growing late as I stretched my arms and gazed out the window in my office. The drizzle outside caught my attention as I glanced at the wall. The clock showed 5 p.m., and the sky was getting darker.

"Zion," I called.

I closed my laptop and organized some project files for a hotel in a small town near the hills. Before long, Zion appeared, knocking on the door. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Is there anything I can help you with?" he asked.

I stood up from my chair and approached him. Somehow, I sensed something strange about Zion.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, bringing my...