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Had she possibly been involved with the sabotage of the potions?

If so, then why? Emma isn’t the kind of person who would do something like that without a good reason…

“Kiyan, are you paying attention?” Ravana snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Sorry, I’m listening,” he said quickly, giving her an innocent smile.

She looked at him strangely for a moment before returning to the mixing of her potion.

27

LEA

My eyes fluttered closed for a moment.

My chest felt lighter than it had in months…years even.

I felt like I was floating on water, a gentle wave rocking me every so often. I had no idea a flying ferry was going to put me to sleep!

I only took this mode of transportation because the Kronos Portal would have been too conspicuous. I couldn’t afford for word to get back to Jax that Emma, someone who was supposed to be an outsider to this land, was suddenly traveling to his all but unknown little village.

The ferry didn’t tend to keep records like the portals did, and weren’t policed nearly as much either.

I was beginning to succumb to the feeling, about to fall unconscious when a sudden turbulence shook the vehicle as we ran through a cloud. It instantly snapped me awake.

I sat up straight and looked out the window, breathless.

The sky above the clouds was painted in gold and pink. It was very early in the morning, which was the only time I could escape for a while.

The clouds hung very low in the sky today, which told me it was going to rain.

Little dew droplets were already forming on the other side of the glass. As one of the drops ran down the window, I tried to follow its path down with the tip of my finger, but my hand ended up going straight through the glass instead.

“What the—?” I gasped, snapping my hand back into my chest.

The tip of my finger was icy cold from the frigid air outside. I realized that this wasn't any ordinary glass.

A mischievous smile swept across my face as a bold idea came to me.

I secured my hold on the grab bar next to me and sat forward, pressing my knees into the seat cushioning for balance, and stuck my head out of the window.

The air sliced at my face like sharp little icicles.

My hair flew out behind me, wild and free.

Even though I found it somewhat difficult to breathe, there was just something so exhilarating about this moment. It was almost childlike.

I couldn't help but giggle as the air rushed into my mouth, forcing it open.

But then the pressure on my face lessened as the ferry descended to the ground.

The smile fell from my face as I watched its touchdown.

I let out a heavy sigh and pulled my head back inside. Only then did I realize how wet my hair was. I quickly slipped my hands through it in an attempt to rescue it.

Other passengers stood up behind me and glared at me as they passed by, not that I cared about their opinions. They had no conception of what it was like to have one’s childhood and freedom denied them for the longest time.

I reached out in front of me and used the seat to haul myself up.

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