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I could taste his blood. Raising his head, he blew fire into the air, and a dominant roar vibrated the walls.

Being younger, my dragon was two steps ahead, knocking him over with our tail, and using our talons to pierce his stomach.

My father pawed at the ground like a bull readying himself for a fight. He snapped and grappled with me for several seconds before I knocked him over again.

Jumping into the air, I began to circle the room, spraying fire at him until I watched him cower down, and curl into a fetal position. My dragon dropped to the floor and I shifted into my human form.

My father moaned, covering his wound with his palm. He’d given up quicker than I imagined he would. His age had taken a toll on his dragon. His reign was heading to an end.

My dragon pushed me to end him. He was vulnerable. He’d tried to take my mate from me and killed my best friend. Flashes of my childhood flickered across my mind. The good days. Before politics and power dominated him.

I couldn’t kill him, but I’d make him pay. I glanced over my shoulder at the guards staring at us with large confused eyes. “Take him to the cells.”

Chapter Forty-Nine

Amara

“Let me go!” I shouted.

Toby hardly had a handle on me as we landed on the mountain. As carefully as he could, he began to drag me toward the cabin.

Zerk heard the fighting and opened the door. “What is going on?” he asked.

Toby tossed me into Zerk’s arms. I tried to tear away from him, but Zerk easily pinned me to his chest.

Toby slicked his palm back over his hair and glared at me. “She always killed us twice on the way up here. But,” he chuckled, “since she brought me back to life, I’ll let it slide.”

Zerk looked down at me with wide eyes. The wisdom on his face looked far away, and he was amazed at me. “Amara … how?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. The Dragon King hung him for saving me, and I wanted to do anything to save him.”

Toby’s smile softened, and he winked at me. “Well, now that I’m back on Earth, we need to get her wound looked at again. He stabbed her.”

Zerk’s gaze shifted toward my side. “Oh dear,” he whispered. “Let’s get inside—,”

I pressed my heels against the ground to stop us. “Dorran is fighting his father. We can’t leave him.”

Zerk looked toward the kingdom. “We don’t need to worry about Dorran. His father isn’t nearly as strong as he is. Dorran will be fine.”

I wanted to believe him, but my body needed proof. “Please—,”

“Amara,” Zerk said. “You’re bleeding profusely. Your infection is worsening. Come inside, and then we’ll check on Dorran.”

Pain throbbed in my side like a heartbeat. When I didn’t argue anymore, he helped me inside to the kitchen table.

I stared at the ceiling as he cleaned the wound and bandaged it. The feeling of my wound reopening rivaled the initial stabbing. For several moments, I wanted to die.

I wanted him to kill me because of the pain. However, with the adrenaline of saving Toby, I’d been able to push it to the side. Now it was consuming me.

Zerk placed his palm on my shoulder. “Toby is going to carry you to bed. You need rest. I’ll send Toby down to check on him.”

I nodded because the overwhelming sense of tiredness swarmed me.

When I woke, I wasn’t sure what day or time it was.

The stiffness in my body told me that my dream of bringing Toby back from the dead had been real. I rolled my neck, moaning as my muscles called out in pain. Reaching my toes toward the end of the bed, I slung my forearm over my eyes and searched for Dorran with my other hand.

The sunlight was bright through the crack in the blinds, and the cool sheets told me that Dorran hadn’t been in bed with me. Swinging my feet to the floor, I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my palms.

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