Amara’s POV-a few hours later
I must have fallen asleep at some point because I’m abruptly woken up by violent crashes and yelling. I shoot up in bed, my hopes soaring.
“Get up,” Damon says, approaching me; I hesitate. I would be stupid to try and fight my way out of this; I’m way too weak. I jump when my door crashes open, and Samirah runs in.
“He’s down; the back hall is our only way out. A female demon and a male wolf are guarding the door. We have to go now; Silas will be coming here any minute,” she says to Damon as she runs over to me and jerks me out of bed.
I stagger, my head getting light. No! I just need to stay here, bide time, it won’t take them long to get here! She steadies me before she looks at Damon.
“Can you carry her?” she says. I step back just as she looks at me.
“Amara, we’re going to get you out of here; if you want to go home, you must listen to us. You’ll be too slow if you try to run; either let Damon carry you or get on my back. Silas is coming here now.
