NINA'S POV
I was still in the sitting room when Amara’s loud scream echoed through the house.
Everyone froze.
Mom and Dad immediately rushed toward the stairs, panic flashing across their faces. But before they could take another step, I pressed a hand to my chest and let out a low groan. The pain wasn’t unbearable….it was just enough to sound convincing.
They turned to me instantly. “Nina?” Mom gasped, hurrying to my side. “Are you okay?”
I lowered my gaze, biting back the small smile threatening to slip out. “My chest… hurts,” I whispered softly, my voice trembling just enough.
“Do you need anything, sweetheart?” Mom asked, her voice laced with worry. Not a single glance was thrown toward the direction of Amara’s scream. Not one.
Inside, I smirked. Of course.
“I just want to rest
