Amara’s Pov
I lingered in the shadows of the hallway, every muscle tense as I overheard Hades and Beta Damian talking just a few feet away. Their voices were low, but I had sharp ears. What caught my attention wasn’t their discussion about the Moonshade Root or how Hades had gone out of his way to help her.
It was her name.
“Anita…”
The sound of that name froze me in place, sending a jolt of recognition through my entire body. Anita? It couldn’t be. She was supposed to be dead, wasn’t she? I had believed she was long gone, discarded like the insignificant rogue she had become. Yet, the way Hades and Damian spoke about her—the way Hades cared for her—it was impossible to ignore the sinking feeling growing in my chest.
I needed answers. Now.