
“ I intended to tell you, but forgot, because met with Riana, saw Melani renew the spell, and traveled to Siderros. I just remember now!”
“ What is he now outside?” ask Devan.
I shook my head, unsure. We stood in unison, skimming across the corridor towards a window overlooking the street. At first I didn't see anyone, but then I saw a dull-looking man slashing a fence bush in front of the house, two houses adrift from where we were. I narrowed my eyes—the ceiling had darkened since we entered, gray clouds began to form above the city—but was eventually forced to nod. “ I think it's him,” I said.
Devan glared at the man fiercely, his usually happy face looking tense. Then, he walked furiously out of my room and avoided me as I followed him and closed the door.
“ Don't you understand? Now we have to tell someone. If he told people to follow you even before you knew all this, even then he was worried about you—“
“ It's more important than me!” I shouted at Devan. Lightning snatched outside, beating my screams. The rain slapped the window in an impromptu storm attack. “ Don't you understand, Devan? It's about Thorvaldor, making sure the right people take the throne. If I can't do it, then all that..” I was silent, trembling. “ All that—all my life, all lies—all that was in vain. I have to find him.”
Devan looked at me, his eyes narrowed. “ You feel you know where he is.”
I'm nodding. Maybe this morning I'll say I don't know where to look. But now, I know who's hiding it, and I know where to look. “ Where will you save something, if you want to reach it in a short time but don't want anyone else to find it?”
Devan did not move, his face suddenly grew pale, “ Oh, no,” whispered. “ You won't go Saremarch. It was the same with— by entering a trap. Melani can catch you there and no one will ever see you again.”
“ You won't go there. That's too dangerous. I don't want to lose you again.”
“ You have no right to specify!”
“ I'll say it myself,” threatened Devan. “ King and queen. I'll tell them, Amelia. If you don't want to do it.”
“ Devan,” said, “ Please—“
But I couldn't go on, because right at that moment the world exploded.
“ Amelia, ducking!” devan's screams, but I barely turned around as my garden-facing room window suddenly exploded and scattered thousands of pieces of glass. The glass broke inward, exploding above us in a rain of debris. I felt a piece of glass slicing through my skin just before Devan hit me and pulled me under the bed. A moment later, the tree branch that shaded the garden floated into the room. The branches hit the wall, and I felt Devan wrap his arms over my head. Outside the wind blew fiercely and the rain sprayed in through the window broke like a big wave.
It's not a real storm, my mind when something heavy hits my chest. The storm happened too fast, too strong. Rain, glass, and branches swirled over my head, falling wherever they wanted, but I couldn't see any of it. All I saw was Devan's face on top of mine, his expression revealing my thoughts just a moment ago.
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