Chapter 86 Power Play

• The villa slept, but Amara did not.
• She stood at the war room window, silk robe drawn tightly around her body, the city lights glowing below like the embers of all the men she’d set on fire. The glass was cool against her fingers, a whisper of calm she didn’t trust. Her body still ached from Lucien’s worship, but there was no sleep in her. Only the quiet hum of instincts that had kept her alive long before she’d worn a crown.
• Behind her, the doors creaked open. Lucien.