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Helena gasped.

I didn’t stick around to wait on her. I grabbed Amara gently around the waist and shot into the air. Amara patted my chest and whispered, “I need to go into my room and look for something. Can you take me up there?”

I landed on the roof softly, listening as the guards made their way from the castle through the courtyard. Amara slipped inside the window, and tiptoed over to her closet, pulling out some documents.

Amara reached up to grab a shoebox from the shelf around the top of her closet and winced. “Let me.”

I grabbed it for her and handed it over.

She nibbled on her bottom lip for a few moments, before handing it to me. “Can you carry it for me?”

“Of course. Are you okay? Do we need to go lay down—,”

Amara glanced up at me with wide innocent eyes, and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

Amara’s face contorted into frustration, she lifted her palms upward and said, “Don’t fight it.”

Realization hit me too late. Something cold shot from her palms and I was frozen seconds later. I struggled against her invisible restraints, laughing humorlessly under my breath. “Amara, you have two seconds to let me out of here,” I whispered.

Amara picked up the box and put it back on the shelf. “I need to speak with your father. You’re not going to lose your rightful position as King because of this.”

“He’ll put you in jail,” I hissed. “Let me out, now.”

“No,” she said, sternly. “I don’t think he’ll be able to move to put me anywhere. I can handle a pompous asshole, Dorran. I’m not afraid of him. I’m afraid that you’ll resent me for pulling you away from your destiny.”

Her heartache radiated through me. The sadness on her face hurt my dragon. “I will not resent you—,”

“You don’t know that,” she said, her voice rising. “I’ll be back. The guards just left to go search for us. Keep quiet. I’ll be back.”

I tried to reach out and grab the back of her t-shirt, but I couldn’t budge from the restraints. I listened as she slipped from her old window and her soft footsteps hit against the roof.

“Dammit, Little Mouse,” I mumbled, resting my head against the wall behind me. If I hadn’t been so mad I would have laughed.

I sent a silent prayer up that my dad didn’t do anything stupid, and Amara didn’t hurt him too bad.

Chapter Forty-Seven

Amara

Leaving Dorran in my closet wasn’t the smartest or easiest thing I’d ever done. I knew he would be pissed when I went back to get him, but getting to his father was critical. Not that I thought he would go down quickly, but it had to be done.

Dorran deserved the spot on the throne. I wouldn’t let them take it from him.

Once I made it to the bridge, I could hear the guards searching the grounds for us, which meant they would know I was not supposed to be in the castle. Nonetheless, I walked the bridge and slipped inside the castle.

Silence enveloped me as I tiptoed down the long hallway.

The voices of guards and castle workers echoed from the first floor. I knew getting down to the office would be tough, but maybe using my powers would help.

Slipping down the staircase, I rounded the corner of the lobby to see the hustle and bustle of the castle. I was sure there were tons to do since the attack.

Pain erupted in my side and I squeezed my eyes to keep myself together. I wanted to scream out at the pain. Whatever Evian put on that knife had done numbers on me.

Bending down to my knees, I closed my eyes and pictured the castle empty. The limitations of my powers hadn’t been met yet. Not knowing the limits gave me free rein to try what I could.

When I opened my eyes the entire castle was frozen in time. Every dragon and human moving about stood still.

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