I will try

Marian's POV 

His hand brushed through my hair in slow, deliberate strokes. "Marian," he sighed, his voice thick with something I couldn't quite place.

I tilted my head slightly, catching the faintest flicker of hesitation in his eyes. "What is it?"

His jaw tightened. "There's something else I need to tell you."

The tension in his voice made my stomach clench, but I forced myself to stay calm. "Okay. Tell me."

He hesitated for just a moment longer before speaking. "Amira's not the only one I have to deal with. Summer, too."

I blinked. "Summer?"

"She knew," he said, his tone edged with frustration. "She knew Amira was planning something. She didn't stop her."

I exhaled, closing my eyes briefly. Summer had always been Amira's shadow, always backing her up no matter what. It didn't surprise me that she hadn't interfered.