By the time Amara left their shared room, her mind was spinning.
She had woken up next to Cillian, and everything had felt so... normal. But it wasn't normal. None of this was. They were caught in something complicated, something dangerous, and she wasn't sure how to navigate it anymore.
As she made her way to Malik's room, her thoughts whirled. Malik had always been her anchor-the person she could trust no matter what. But now, she was keeping secrets from him too. She was keeping secrets from herself.
When she entered Malik's room, he looked at her with that sharp, observant gaze that never missed anything.
"You look like you didn't sleep much," he said, his voice rough from his injuries but full of concern.
Amara forced a smile, trying to mask the chaos inside her. "I'm fine. Just... a lot on my mind."
Malik's eyes narrowed. "It's him, isn't it? Cillian."
Her heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"
Malik sighed, leaning back against the pillows. "I see the way you look at him. Something's changed between you two."
Amara swallowed hard, her chest tightening with guilt. "It's not what you think."
"Isn't it?" Malik's voice was quiet but firm. "Just... be careful, Amara. You're playing with fire."
Before she could respond, the door opened, and Cillian stepped inside. His eyes flicked between her and Malik, tension radiating from him.
"There's been a breach," Cillian said, his voice tight. "We're not safe anymore. Someone's coming for all of
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Oh to be loved
RomanceIn the shadows of Dublin, beneath the cobblestone streets and historic pubs, lives *Cillian O'Rourke. At forty five , he is a man feared by most a mafia boss His world is ruled by power and violence, devoid of warmth. His once piercing blue eyes, no...
