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I felt Dorran gaining strength and getting closer. His strong hands grabbed my hips from behind and he turned me to face him. “Did he hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” I whispered, gaining the courage to look out over the field. “We have to end this soon. Our warriors are growing tired.”

Dorran nodded. “We have to kill Evian. Stay here—,”

“No. You need my help,” I said.

Dorran’s dirty face was even more handsome than before. All the shadows from the moonlight made him look mean and rough.

Reaching forward, he swiped something from my forehead and kissed me there. “Then let’s kill him.”

Chapter Forty-Four

Dorran

The number of sirens flooding our kingdom felt like a death sentence.

Their quickness and ability to blindside you with an unexpected power made it impossible to win.

Seeing the pain and hurt on Amara’s face had my dragon on edge.

He was ready to burn down the entire kingdom to avenge her.

He’d seen Evian holding her in his grasp and tossing her around.

It’d sparked a deep seed of hatred in his stomach. I’d never felt him so angry in my life.

Evian’s humorless chuckle lured me from Amara’s pretty gaze. He slid his palm back over his head to push his fallen hair from his face.

Evian tilted his head and clasped his hands in front of him. “I’m growing tired of this dance. You can prolong this as long as you like but I’m not leaving until Amara is dead. Look at everything she can do. She’s an abomination. A mutt. Do you want her in this kingdom? What if you piss her off? She could easily kill any of you.”

Toby laughed. It seemed almost hysterical at that point. Maybe he’d also had enough. “I’m tired of this too. Just leave before we burn up more of your siren clan.”

We’d burned as many as possible, but there were so many. Many of them were still battling behind us. The truth of it was that we wouldn’t have done this well without my father’s army or the wolves.

It’d been sheer luck that Gideon agreed to go against my father, which would be up for discussion once this was all over with.

The residents of our kingdom would ask questions that I hoped gave them the answers they needed. My father was spineless. A selfish coward. He couldn’t attempt to protect his son’s mate.

Evian sighed. “You’re all delusional if you think I’m afraid of any of you. We have the right to kill her. It was against our kingdom’s order—,”

I shoved between Chandler and Toby. “Amara isn’t yours. She’s mine. Mates triumph over any little claim you think you have over something that happened almost thirty years ago. I’d rather die than let you put your hands on her again.”

“Well, Dragon Prince, that can be arranged. Amara should have been raised in our kingdom so we could monitor her. She’s a mutt. A half-bred, and she’s dangerous.”

I looked down at Amara standing behind me. Her shoulders were high, and her chin higher.

“She has all these men in some trance,” Evian glanced around. “That’s the only reason they’re fighting with you. You think you can trust a woman that can manipulate you so easily?”

“I take it you can’t do that?” Toby asked with a laugh. “Are your feelings hurt?”

Evian craned his neck to the left, pressed his fingertips against his temple, and motioned for the sirens to move with the flick of his wrist. They swarmed us: some straight on, and others from above.

Toby sprayed fire into the air, knocking several to the ground, while my gaze zeroed in on Evian. His stare slithered down my spine. Amara touched my forearm and gave me a look that I could only take as a plea to end him.

She shot into the sky and disappeared into darkness.

The noise around me turned to silence, and the night sky grew brighter, showing me more of him than ever. The scar I’d left on his face. The way he wasn’t as confident as he was before.

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