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“Who would want to get up there, Dorran? After you set the chandelier on fire?"

Someone that could evaporate and apparently fly.

But that person wasn’t a dragon. They were too small. Whoever it was had to be human-ish.

“Just do it, Damien,” I said, picking Amara up into my arms.

I walked toward the balcony and stared down at the ground below. They hadn’t fallen because they wouldn’t have walked away from it. Amara clung to me. “What did they take?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered, my wings spreading out in preparation for flight. “But I’m gonna find out.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Amara

I clung to Dorran’s deltoids on our ride back to the mountain. I planned to talk to him about that, too. He was going faster than usual, making me question this relationship.

I enjoyed what I ate for dinner, and I wanted to keep it in my stomach. When we landed, Dorran marched to the cabin and didn’t set me down until the front door was shut behind us.

I stumbled forward; Dorran caught me easily, and sat me back on my feet, all the while seething—obviously. His face was contorted into a sneer. He was pissed.

I almost felt sorry for the person that was in his room. Whoever it was, knew enough to come during dinner. What they wanted, I had no idea. But I didn’t know much at the moment. I’d had one too many sips.

Maybe one day I wouldn’t get tipsy off one drink. Walking over to the couch, I fell backward over the arm and tossed my legs into the air playfully.

Way too much to drink ...

Dorran’s shadow fell over me. “Amara. There is no time for games. I have three dragon guards on their way up here to watch us while we sleep.”

Laughing, I pushed up on my elbows. “You're kind of scary when you’re mad, Dragon Prince.”

Dorran’s face fell flat. He walked around, grabbed me around the waist, and hauled me over his shoulder. I squealed, laughing as he slapped my ass.

He tossed me onto the bed. “Stay here. I need to ensure all the guards are on the same page.”

I watched him walk toward the front with a hooded gaze, my body felt limp and heavy from the liquor. Sitting up, I swung my feet toward the floor and walked toward the shower.

I didn’t need to be the winy lightweight mate tonight. I stripped out of my dress, and heels, finding my way toward the shower. I started the water and waited for it to warm before I stepped underneath the showerhead.

The magic of a good showerhead was one to reckon with. I lathered up, feeling my body tingle and grow light—lighter than ever before.

That wine must have been stronger than I thought. I giggled softly, running my fingers into my hair, I heard the bedroom door shut, and then a loud gasp.

I glanced over and my entire body froze at the look on Dorran’s face. He was as pale as a ghost, his eyes searching my naked body as if he’d never seen it before.

For the briefest of moments, I thought I’d forgotten to take off my clothes, but then I followed his gaze toward my feet.

They weren’t touching the floor.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, fumbling in the air, I fell to my ass and hit my head against the shower wall. A thunder of footsteps raced down the hallway. Dorran’s wings spread out, knocking out one of the lights, and blocking the guards from seeing me.

“Get out,” he whispered to them.

Once the guards were gone, Dorran walked over, opened the door, and placed both hands on the bathroom wall above me. “What in the hell was that?”

My bottom lip began to tremble. “That’s never happened before.”

Dorran must have sensed my unease, bent down, and helped me up. “You’ve never hovered over the floor before, Amara?”

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