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Chapter Thirty-One

Amara

Dorran didn’t drop me until we made it to our room. The fear running up and down my spine felt like cement. What is happening?

I didn’t believe for one moment that a storm appeared so suddenly. “Do you believe there is a storm?”

Dorran stopped by the window and looked out at the dark clouds. “I checked the weather before we came. I think there is a storm coming, but I don’t think nature caused it.”

He turned to me with his ebony hair windblown and his face tight with concern.

“You think it’s the sirens?”

I hadn’t even had a chance to process the word.

A siren. A demon of the sea? I had no idea what that meant or what I expected. Certainly not that. Helena had to have known what I was to keep me away from the water. We lived in the one kingdom that had the least amount of water, and I didn't think that was a coincidence.

Dorran nodded. “I think they know you’re here and want you to stay.”

I didn’t want to stay. I wanted to find out what I was, and where I came from, but I didn’t want to stay. Knowing Dorran wouldn’t leave me made me feel better, but not enough to relax.

“I see the worry on your face,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “I will not let any of them touch you, Little Mouse. Don’t think for one second they will take you. If they show up, we’ll try to get to the bottom of this.”

I swallowed the painful lump forming in my throat. “What if they don’t want to talk?”

Dorran lifted his chin. “I’m not afraid, and you shouldn’t be either.”

I nodded, trying my hardest to keep my feelings to myself because I knew he could sense them. Thunder clashed against the sky and raised goosebumps on my skin. What kind of person—supernatural—could cause that type of damage?

Did I have that type of power?

It felt strange to think that I went from a frail human to something much bigger.

Dorran sank down beside me, pulled out his phone, and texted furiously. “I have no signal, and I can’t signal while it’s storming, because they will never see it.”

His gaze shot to the window, and he stood up straight. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

The shadow that formed on the windowsill was definitely male, and when he stepped into our room, my body ran cold.

He looked like the others from the forest. Like me. Where Dorran was muscular and coiled, this man was lean but looked capable.

His icy blue gaze slid toward me. “Amara. Finally.”

Dorran’s wings spread out, knocking a mirror to the floor, and a corner lamp over on its side. He completely blocked me from this man, though I still felt his gaze sliding all over me, nonetheless.

His chuckle was singsong-like. “Dorran, The Dragon Prince of The North Kingdom. I see you’ve brought Amara back home. Thank you.”

“We’ve come for answers. Amara will be leaving with me today after you kindly tell us what the hell is going on.”

“I’m Evian. I’m King over the Sirens.” He glanced around the room. “I can smell that you’ve marked her. That’s sad to hear that you’ll lose your mate.”

Dorran’s fingers curled into fists at his sides. “I don’t think you heard me, Evian. Amara isn’t staying. I don’t care about whatever bullshit story you have for me today, it doesn’t matter.”

Evian sighed deeply.

Part of me wanted to look around Dorran’s wing but I didn’t dare.

“This will not end well for you. I’m willing to break the treaty we have with this territory to bring her back where she belongs. We don't know what she is capable of. Hybrids are forbidden.”

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