Chapter 92 Firestorm
- Morning came like a blade.
- Amara stood at the edge of the rooftop, dressed in sleek black leather, her silhouette carved against the golden burn of sunrise. The city stretched beneath her in wary silence, as if holding its breath for the blood it sensed coming. She didn’t blink, didn’t flinch. Only stared at the streets below, her thoughts a firestorm.
- Liora.