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He folded his hands behind his back as he peered at Rian. "The king here has been asking too many questions, and it is time we give him some answers. What better way to do that than to let him go through one of the transformations himself? Lethis research and fixation for the legendary creatures finally be of use."

"Does--does the prince know?" She swallowed.

King Domitius chuckled darkly. "The prince delivered King Rian here himself."

Chapter 28

KALLIE

Kallie stared at the ceiling.She was back in the infirmary, but this time, she was strapped to a bed with no desire to escape.

She didn't know how much time had passed.

She didn't know how many days had come and gone.

She barely listened to those who visited her. Some would talk over her, above her, beside her. They spoke to her, about her, and for her.

And Kallie remained silent through it all.

Sometimes, she wondered if she would ever be moved to speak. She wondered if she evencouldspeak. She did not try to find out.

In truth, Kallie couldn't muster the energy to care.

She was no more than a corpse at this point.

It was worse than when she had been in and out of sleep while she was dragged across the kingdoms. It was worse than when she had sailed across the sea, her stomach turning and the heartache of what she had done pressing heavily on her heart.

Because in those moments of fleeting consciousness, Kallie at least cared. She at least feltsomething, whether that was guilt or rage or hurt or nausea.

But as Kallie lay there in a foreign castle, she felt nothing.

Absolutely nothing at all.

Chapter 29

MYRA

Despite the rodin his mouth, Rian's screams ripped through the room, vibrating Myra's very bones and rattling the healer's instruments. The rush of fear, agony, and anger pierced through the shields Myra had spent so long building over the years.

In a matter of seconds, however, Rian tore through them as if they were nothing, and Myra was helpless to stop him.

She sat beside the frail king as he continued to fight.

Fighting, however, only ever made things worse. A fact she knew only too well by now.

She wiped the sweat from her face. Then, she took a deep breath before reaching for the Frenzian king again. Her gaze dropped to their joined hands where blood stained the back of her hand.

Chapter 30

GRAESON

Graeson jerked upright,his fists digging into his mattress as his breaths became ragged, pouring out of his chest in a rush. His blood pumped through his veins, an icy fury rising within him as the need to find Kalisandre overtook him.

A rod fell over his chest, pressing against him.

He blinked and looked down, following the wooden cane to the side of his bed where Cetia sat, her face even and near-white eyes downcast.

Her straight, raven-black hair fell down her back in billowing tendrils. She wore a simple moss-green dress and a black lace shawl that hung loosely over her shoulders.

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