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Amara tugged on my forearm. “Can I meet you in the room? I need to use the restroom.”

“Room 18,” I said.

She veered to the right toward the bathroom sign, and I continued down the hall. The door was cracked, and the light from a TV flickered as I pushed the door inward. An elderly woman sat in a rocking chair, while she hummed along to the Gilligan's Island theme song.

She glanced up at me, and I noticed a long scar that traveled over her eye. “Look who we have here. A dragon man to see me?” She chuckled.

I grinned. “I’m Dorran, The Dragon Prince of The North Kingdom. How are you today, Mrs. Verna?”

She kept rocking in her chair. “I’m good. Do you know my grandson, Toby? He works at the castle.”

“He’s the reason I’m here,” I said, sitting on her bed. “He told me you talked about something I’m interested in.”

She fluffed her curled white hair. “And what would that be?”

“A forest.”

Her dark eyes shifted toward mine. “I’m surprised he listened,” she laughed. “Toby is always trying to get away for some girl.”

“Sounds about right. What can you tell me about that, Mrs. Verna? About the forest.”

She glanced out at the window, her mind traveling back somewhere I wish I could see. “My mother took me there as a child. She didn’t know who she was taking from. The forest was at the edge of the river. The tree looked so inviting. It’s how I got the cut on my eye. I can’t see out of it. The people took my sight for themselves.”

I stalled. “The people?”

Her gaze shifted toward the door as Amara poked her head through. “Hey,” she whispered.

Mrs. Verna stopped rocking, and her body became still. “Get out,” she whispered.

Amara’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry?”

“Get out of my room!” she shouted, tossing knitting needles from a side table toward Amara. I reached out and snagged them from the air.

“You devil!” she shouted. “You did this!” she said, pointing at her eye.

Amara stumbled out of the room, hitting the opposite wall, covered her mouth, and left.

Mrs. Verna became irate, and seconds later nurses raced inside. “You need to leave, Sir. Mrs. Verna is having an episode.”

I left the room, watching as they struggled to calm her down, and went after Amara.

What in the hell just happened?

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Amara

The look of horror on that woman’s face cemented me to the floor. Her eyes held so much hatred for me.

I stumbled backward, hitting the wall, and scurried down the hallway. Her scream lingered until the front doors shut behind me, and I broke free of the building.

Strong hands grasped my upper arms, and Dorran turned me to face him. “Amara, are you okay? You hit your head—,”

“What was that?” I asked, my throat growing dry. “Why does she think she knows me?”

Dorran glanced over his shoulder at the nursing home, and back at me. “I don’t know. That was odd. She was fine, and then—,”

“She saw me,” I whispered. “There is no way I did anything to that woman.”

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