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“I’m sure with my father’s help that we can. She’s a citizen here and has to obey the rules. My father can enforce anything he wants.”

“Like what?”

“Lying to a royal guard would get her tossed into prison.”

“Why would she talk to a royal guard?”

Dorran glanced down at me through the shadows of his wings. “A royal guard can ask her anything, and if she lies, she gets tossed into the cell. I think Toby needs to speak with her tomorrow about your heritage.”

“She’ll just lie. We can’t prove that she is lying.”

“We’ll find a way to trap her with it after we find out what you are.”

I sank into Dorran’s arm and tucked my knees to my chest when the rain began to hit my toes. “We should go inside,” he said, sliding off and picking me up.

Dorran sat me down in the living room and handed me my wine glass. I sipped it, feeling the same light feeling take over me. Would I float again?

Or just get tipsy and trip over my feet?

I walked toward the bathroom, my toe hitting the side of the wall, and I tripped to all fours.

Something twirled in my head, slicing through my mind and hitting me full force.

“Ouch!” I shouted. My toe throbbed from my fall. I sat down on the dew-soaked ground and grabbed it. Mud covered my feet, but it didn’t seem to bother me.

The root I’d tripped over was weaved in and out of the ground. The tree it came from was giant, something you would see in a rainforest.

“Are you okay?”

I glanced up at my mother. She was younger than I remember her. Her blonde hair was braided down her back with small flowers interweaved into the strands.

Her blue eyes twinkled when I frowned. “My toe.”

“Awe, Baby Girl,” she whispered, sitting down, she pulled me onto her lap. “Did you hurt your toe?”

I reached up, touched her cheek, and realized then how young I was by the size of my hand. “It’s time for dinner. We’ll get back home and wash you up.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

She picked me up, and I leaned my head against her shoulder, smelling her soft scent, and glancing up at the forest I’d never seen in this kingdom.

We lived somewhere else before.

Where?

“Dammit Amara!”

I snapped awake, hitting my head against Dorran’s chin, he pressed me down against his bed and examined me. “Are you okay?” The fear in his voice sucker-punched me in the stomach.

“I’m fine,” I croaked. “I had a vision. Or a dream. I don’t know. A memory.”

I tried to sit up, but he pulled me into his arms. “I thought you hit your head when you fell. I was about to call the castle to send medical here for you.”

I leaned my head on his shoulder as I had my mother in the dream, smelling his woodsy scent and relaxing in his warmth.

“Dorran?” I asked softly.

He pulled back to look at me.

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