Chapter 64 A Dangerous Trail

• The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of rain from the night before. Amara pulled her jacket tighter around her shoulders as she and Damian walked down a narrow alleyway in the heart of the city. The address Soren had given them was scribbled onto a small piece of paper in her pocket, burning like a secret waiting to be uncovered.
• "Are you sure about this?" Damian asked, his voice low.
• "No," she admitted, "but I need answers."