Chapter 40 Wrath And Whispers
- The city didn’t sleep, not when blood ran hot in its streets and kings clawed to remain standing.
- And Amara? She didn’t sleep either.
- Not when every inch of her skin still pulsed with the aftershocks of Lucien’s touch. Not when her body, so often hardened by necessity, still buzzed from the way he’d said her name like it was a prayer—or a brand.