Amara’s POV.

To say that death was a passage to a new place was merely a comforting fiction for the living. Wherever your soul has gone, may it be as peaceful as a feather carried away by the wind.

I rushed outside, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions coursing through me. I gripped my chest, hoping to ease the pain. I tried to divert my attention from the distressing thoughts and concentrate on calming myself down, but to no avail.

Seconds later, I felt a gentle caress. Damien cradled me in his arms. I could feel the warmth of his embrace on my skin. He didn’t say anything but I...