Page 87 of The Sea of Zemira (The Zemiran Chronicles 1)

His mouth formed a straight line. “Prince Elijah has set to capture Nola. He’s on one of the king’s ships, headin’ our way, and he will not stop until he has her. For reasons, I do not know. He would not go out of his way for only a thief. That’s for certain.”

A side smirk reached Mazie’s perfect mouth. “Let the pansy come. We will fight the bastard.”

Lincoln looked heavenward. “It’s not that simple. We could only wish—”

“Sure, it is,” she said sternly. “It’s always that simple.”

He shook his head.

I must tell her, he said to himself. I must tell her now.

Lincoln felt his body run cold as his confession left his lips.

“I never left my home by my own choice, Mazie,” he said, watching her forehead crease. “Zemira was my home,” he confessed, watching her dark eyes widen. “Elijah is my brother. And King Matthias is my father.”

Mazie’s eyes grew even wider.

Oh shit!She thought as her jaw went slack before she could utter her next words.“No. Bloody. Way.”

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