Page 90 of Wings of Betrayal

Zarla? What the fuck! I have been worried sick. You’ve been gone for almost two days!Finlay says, sounding beyond worried.

Crap.

I’m sorry. I had things to do, and they took longer than I planned. Where are you?

It’s bad, Zarla. I’m in The Throne Room, and Amaros is making his case before The Throne to be the new King.

That sneaky son of a bitch.

Shit! I’m on my way,I tell him.

“Fly, Keva!”

He bounds across the forest floor then lifts into the air, his immense purple-black wings flapping hard and fast. We head for The Throne Room, Keva somehow knowing that’s where we need to go.

Gods above, please don’t be too late. Please.

If Amaros takes over the Kingdom, it’ll be bad. I know his intentions aren’t good. They cannot allow him to rule.

Finlay, what’s going on?

He’s still making his case, and I hate to say it, but he’s doing a good job. And no one has even disputed it. I don’t understand.

He probably threatened anyone he assumed would oppose him. Or paid them off. Finlay, you might have to stall things. Make a scene!

The Throne Room lies ahead. We’re not far away, but it’s touch and go whether we can make it on time.

“Hurry, Keva!” I plead, and he somehow flies faster.

I can’t! I’ll be thrown in the cells. Just hurry!

Crap. Crap. Crap.

After about five minutes, Keva glides down and lands on the grass outside the main doors, and I leap down and sprint toward them. Two guards stand out front, blocking the doors.

“Move. Now,” I demand.

They stare at me for a moment but step aside and allow me to pass. I yank the doors open and rush inside.

And I’m too late. Amaros is surrounded by males congratulating him. His focus shifts to me, and he smiles, enjoying the win.

No. I’m not having it.

I rush through the crowds toward The Throne angels who hover around Amaros to congratulate him.

“Excuse me,” I say to one of them. “What’s going on here?”

The male looks down at me and frowns. “You shouldn’t be here. Amaros has been unanimously granted the right to rule as the new King of Silanthia.”

My mouth gapes open. “You can’t do that! He can’t be King!”

The other Throne angels have caught on to the commotion and so too has Amaros.

His jaw tenses as he glares down at me, clearly not used to being spoken to in this way.

“Amaros has also informed us you are an illegitimate daughter of King Harlum’s. You have no say, nor right, to be here and question our authority. Especially considering the circumstances surrounding Harlum’s murder.” He turns away from me.

My mind reels while I stare at his back, frozen in place.

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