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“No one is to speak to my parents. They are in the cells because they betrayed me. They tried to kill my mate. I’m going to deal with them. Tonight you fend for yourself. Tomorrow, we’ll make a plan.”

I caught Glendora’s gaze through the crowd and there was pride that rested there. She winked at me and whisked off to her chambers.

A guard cleared his throat behind me. “I’m sorry to bother you, King Dorran. Your mother is requesting to speak with you.”

Amara squeezed my hand. “Do you want me to wait upstairs?”

“No,” I said. “She’s going to see what she allowed my father to do to you and apologize to my queen.”

Chapter Fifty-One

Amara

The dungeon smelled like earth and mildew.

It was a step down from his mother’s place on the throne. The lower we descended the steps, the more I could hear his mother’s screaming.

More like wailing.

Dorran stopped on the bottom step and glanced at me over his shoulder. “Let me do the talking. Do not speak to them. They don’t deserve it.”

His handsome face brightened from a stream of moonlight from a small window close by. Everything about the situation was terrible. We’d been dragged through Hell to be together, but his sticking up for me to his family made me feel right at home.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

I lost eye contact and stared at his boots. “Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“I love you,” I whispered. “You don’t have to get an apology from them. I don’t care about it. I don’t care what they think about me.”

He hummed under his breath. “Well, I care. They are going to apologize to you because you didn’t ask for any of this. My father was beating you, Amara—,”

He closed his eyes.

I could only imagine the images flashing through his mind at that moment.

“Don’t do that,” I said, touching his jawline. “Don’t think about it.”

“It’s all I’ve been able to think about,” he said in a gruff voice. “I failed you—,”

“Dorran,” I hissed. “How in the Hell were you supposed to save me? I had you restrained.”

“I don’t know, not let my mate restrain me so easily?”

I lifted on my toes to kiss him softly. “If you need this apology, then let’s go, but know I don’t need anything from them. I just need you.”

His mother had gone quiet by the time we made it down to the cells. It was murky and wet. The stink clung to me the further we walked into the room. His father sat on one of the benches in the middle of his cell, his elbows resting on his knees.

He glanced up and I winced at the evidence of their battle.

“Dorran,” he said. “Let your mother go.”

His mother stood in the corner of her cell, looking out of place in her dress, and up-do.

“Seems the King doesn’t have to take others' opinions. Isn’t that right, Dad? Just like you attempting to kill my mate? Tell me, would you have killed her if Toby hadn’t interfered?”

Dorran looked over at his mother and pulled me over to the bars. “Do you see these marks?” he asked, looking down at my scarred legs. “How would you like it if I did that to you—,”

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