Page 133 of Rescued By The Dragon

“Amara,” I said. “Your drama is my drama.”

Karen smiled sweetly and cupped Amara’s cheek. “Are you hungry? I have some cookies on the stove.”

“I don’t have a big appetite right now,” Amara said.

Sasha noticed Amara wince as she shifted on her feet. “What happened?”

“He stabbed me.”

Sasha frowned. “Bastard.”

“Sasha,” Karen hissed. “Language.”

Sasha rolled her eyes. “Have you heard about Helena?”

Amara shook her head.

“Zella didn’t make it during the fight. Turns out she sneaked out to see a boy and was killed during the raid.”

Amara’s heart fluttered.

I knew they treated her like trash, but she was still affected by her stepsister’s death. It showed how much love she had in her heart. That was one of the many reasons I loved her.

“I need to go by and see them.”

Karen crinkled her nose, not liking the mention of Helena any more than I did.

Sasha snorted. “The hell you do.”

Karen tossed her daughter another annoyed look before walking into the kitchen to bring out a Tupperware container full of cookies. “Take these with you.”

Amara lifted onto her tiptoes and kissed her cheek. “Thank you for letting me inside. If anyone comes by, you haven’t seen us.”

“I love you, Baby Girl.”

“I love you both.”

Sasha hugged her again before Amara walked out of the door. I dismissed myself, finding Amara standing at the edge of the sidewalk that would lead her toward her childhood home.

“Ready?” I asked.

“As I’ll ever be.”

Amara and I stopped at the front door of Helena’s house. She raised her hand to knock but stopped. “She doesn’t want to see me. I don’t want to see her either.”

“We can leave. You have no ties to them, and no responsibility for what happened to her. It's up to you."

The door swung open, and Helena stood on the other side wearing a black dress and a veil covering her face.

“What in the hell are you doing here?” she snapped.

Amara shifted into my side for comfort. “I heard about Zella—,”

Helena turned her head. “How dare you come here in regards to Zella. You don’t care that she’s dead. You’re the reason she’s dead. Bringing those ungodly things here to this kingdom. I can’t wait for the king to kick you out and never let you back in.”

Amara’s gaze shifted over Helena’s shoulder to her other stepsister, Stasa. “I’ve called the guards,” she said proudly. “They are on their way.”

I grabbed Amara’s elbow and shifted her behind me. “I’m sorry about your daughter. It should have been you.”

---