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“You’re right,” I said softly. “I don’t.”

I walked outside and took a deep breath into the night air. I waited patiently on the steps while resting my elbows against my knees.

It’d been years since my heart was so heavy.

Something wet fell down my cheek. A tear.

My dragon was crying.

Or maybe it was just me.

Chapter Forty-Five

Amara

The stream of light from the slit in the curtains woke me. Something pinched my stomach and caused a wave of nausea to roll through me.

Had I eaten something bad?

Did I have a virus?

Then like a punch to the face reality smacked me.

The battle. Dorran. The dragons. Wolves. Evian ...

Swinging my feet from the bed, I stumbled against the wall, hardly catching myself. Glancing down at my white loose dress, I felt a bandage underneath the fabric.

Memories of Evian sticking a blade into me bounced around in my head.

Knowing he was dead made it hurt a little less. My gaze shifted toward the cracked door, and the hushed whispers at the other end.

I forced myself upright and used my strength to walk down the hallway. Dorran stood with his back to me when I rounded the corner to the living room.

Toby caught my stare over Dorran’s shoulder and froze.

Dorran turned around swiftly.

There was nothing about that man that I didn’t like, and he always looked great, but he looked tired at that moment.

Heavy dark circles mirrored underneath each eye.

“Amara,” he said, his voice gravely. “What are you doing up?”

I glanced around the room at Toby who looked uncomfortable. “What did I miss?” I asked, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

Dorran walked closer, braced one hand on the back of my neck and the other on my cheek. “How do you feel? Zerk will be back with medicine soon.”

I glanced at Toby again, because I could feel his stare, but he turned his sight toward his cell phone.

“What’s going on?” I asked. “You're both acting weird. Why won’t Toby look at me?”

Dorran frowned, and he caressed my bottom lip with his thumb. “It’s nothing you need to worry about—,”

The irritation forming in my stomach twisted my insides. “Tell me.”

Dorran sighed deeply. “My father has been busy. He’s demanding all the guards and dragons who fought against his wishes to come to the castle. He’s also, forcing us out of the kingdom.”

I blinked several times to make sure I understood what he said. “Because of the battle?”

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