Amara’s POV.

“What? No way!” I exclaimed, stunned.

My blood was boiling with rage because of the next move I was supposed to make in order for everything to go as planned.

I cradled my head in my arms and shook my head, my heart breaking. I found myself torn between my loyalty to him and my love for my sister. No, I couldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“Amara, please!” my sister begged. “We need to lure him out. It’s the only way our plan will work.”

My heart was heavy with dread, though, because the plan called for me to do something I couldn’t imagine doing:...