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The way her mouth turned down into a frown made my heart knot in my chest. Leaning forward, I kissed her softly. “Come on, Daredevil.”

Amara climbed into my arms. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“You did,” I said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life. I can’t lose you when I just got you, Little Mouse.”

“Ditto.”

Bending down, I launched us into the air, feeling Amara’s heartbeat, I realized she hadn’t been scared to jump. It excited her.

Who had kidnapped my mate?

Chapter Twenty-Five

Amara

Dorran signed the paperwork his lawyer gave him, and we left. It was the beginning stages of contesting a guardianship. Not knowing I could do that; I should have done it years before. It would have saved me all this drama now that I was out of my stepmother’s house.

Hopefully, his lawyer would work it out, and if not, maybe Dorran could handle it himself. My stepmother didn’t seem as scared of Dorran as I figured she would be, although she could be hiding it to seem tough.

I hadn’t heard a peep from her since it happened, not that I was worried about it. My life hadn’t been this peaceful since before my father passed away. Part of me feared that it was the calm before the storm and the other part hoped she’d given up.

My stepmother was prideful. Determined. But so was Dorran.

Dorran landed on the mountain with a thud and swung me to my feet. The guards he’d left there for the day had switched with new ones. None of them glanced my way, only nodded at Dorran as we passed through the threshold.

“Did you ever find out who was in your room?” I asked, kicking off my shoes.

“No,” he said, stopping in the kitchen to lean against the counter. “The scent was gone when they had my room searched.”

Walking toward the kitchen, I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and turned to face him. “Is that odd?”

Dorran leaned his elbows against the countertop. “Yes, but not impossible. Zerk could easily erase someone’s scent.”

I stopped with the bottle of water at my lips. “You don’t think—,”

He snorted. “No way in Hell. He’s been part of the kingdom for so long, and he’s a trusted confidante of the royal family.”

“What about The East Kingdom? Could it be someone from there?”

“Honestly,” he said, putting his palms down against the counter. “I’m more worried about getting you out of this guardianship, and finding out what you are rather than who was in my room.”

Sipping my water, I watched the seriousness on his face. I appreciated his determination, but I wanted to lighten the mood. My stepmother had ruined so many days of my life and I wanted to enjoy my freedom with Dorran. He seemed more stressed over the last few days than when I first met him.

“Do you have any more wine?”

Dorran eyed me. “Are you turning into an alcoholic?”

Glancing over my shoulder, I pulled a barstool over toward the fridge and climbed onto the seat. I grabbed the bottle of wine and climbed down. “I want to play a game.”

Dorran watched as I grabbed two wine glasses and walked toward the balcony doors. “Where are you going, Little Mouse?”

“Outside.”

Dorran followed me out onto the balcony, the cool wind whipped around my body, peeking my nipples.

He outstretched his hand, lighting the fire, and glanced around the corner at the guard standing on the ledge. He seemed to read Dorran’s mind and walked around to the front of the mountain to give us privacy.

“What are we playing?” he asked, sitting down on the edge of the sectional.

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