“Well then,” Mila said with a self-satisfied sigh. “I suppose there’s no use in more theatrics. You two will be returned to your chambers to begin the memory extraction process, and the undead boy here…” She paused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “I think I’ll keep him, actually. After a bit of reeducation, I could use a loyal servant such as-”
Suddenly, as Mila spoke, the sound of crackling and fizzing filled the room. Moments later, a swirling portal vortex ripped through the fabric of reality, and I felt my heart soar when I saw a familiar pair of broad shoulders step through.
“Dad!”
My father stepped out of the portal, looking even more enormous in the stifling room. Mila’s eyes seemed to widen, then flash with recognition as she whirled around to face him.
“Hello, Mila,” he said gruffly.
I furrowed my brow. Wait-he knew her after all?
“A-Aldric,” Mila said, taking a shaky step back. “It’s you. I haven’t seen you in-”
“Quite the place you’ve built for yourself here.” With the portal still whirling behind him, my father stepped forward and looked around the room. Several guards spilled out of the vortex as well and began to circle the room, some of them in their snarling wolf forms.
Mila seemed astounded as my father’s piercing eyes swept over the room. They finally stopped to linger on me for a few electrifying moments before he turned back to Mila.
“Release my daughter and her friends, Mila,” he said calmly. “I won’t ask twice.”
But by now, Mila’s surprise had faltered. She frowned deeply at my father, straightening her shoulders as she looked at him. “The others can leave, but Enzo… He stays,” she insisted. “I need him.”
“For what?” my father scoffed. “For your grand plan? The boy has trace amounts of dragon blood in him. Hardly enough to produce an heir who can shift into one.”
“With the correct rituals,” Mila said, “it will be enough. I only need time.”
Before I knew it, Enzo’s hand was wrapping around mine. I felt him pull me to my feet and scoop me up into his
strong arms, and right now, that was all that mattered. I tangled my fingers around his shirt as he carried me toward the portal with Luke on our heels.
Freedom. Freedom at last.
The last thing I saw before the three of us lunged into the swirling portal was a bright flash of fire filling the air.
And screams. So many screams.
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