AMELIA GRAVES POV

Could I really trust Yilena? From everything she'd told me about myself, it was obviously clear she knew her stuff, but I was still skeptical of everything.

I picked up one of the paintings of Zavian I'd drawn each time I'd missed him too much, the ache in my chest expanding at the thought of giving him up.

Could I really do it? Wouldn't it be better to do everything I can and die at his hand if I had to than let that woman, who probably didn't even know how vulnerable a soul Zavian really was, have him?

I bet she couldn't even match his darkness...