Page 28 of Black Crown

I shook my head and pointed at Kamini. “Watch Kamini. She’s fainted. No matter what happens, stay here until Tyrrik comes. Do you hear me? Even if I have to fight.”

Lani nodded, eyes focused on her small golden net above.

Bloody drak. Clearly, she’d had too much to drink too.

I ran forward, scanning the crowd, relieved to see Kamoi leading a group of his guard toward the Druman, their spears dripping with fresh blood.

The massive emerald Drae had disappeared, and I shouted at Lani to put the net up, hoping we could shield from further attack.

My stomach roiled as one of the Druman sliced through a Phaetyn guard. I roared in protest and rounded the table as blue scales crawled over my skin. I ran forward, and in a pulse of blue light, I shifted into my Drae form, tail lashing in fury.

I bellowed at the mutant bastards as I charged forward, stopping to whip in a circle to swing my spiked tail at a group of them charging me.

Several of the Druman growled and grunted, and two of the creatures flew through the air, their bodies broken and mangled. I turned back and roared again, slicing through one and then another with my talons. Black blood spilled to the ground, and I scooped up a mutilated torso, launching it back at the remaining monsters.

I glanced up at the skies, my heart in my throat as I saw the golden net wavering, still not even a quarter of the way across the forest. What was wrong with Lani? What was taking so long?

Another roar thundered from above, and the emerald Drae, myfather,appeared above me. He spewed fire into the forest as he descended into the clearing.

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Phaetyn’s screams filled the courtyard outside the Rose Castle as white-hot flames enveloped them, burning them alive. Those lucky enough to avoid the fire unscathed turned to flee.

The emerald Drae landed, the ground shaking with the force, and he towered over me.

My knees shook as I instinctively tried to sag and make myself smaller in some pitiful attempt to escape the emperor’s notice. How was he here? For all our plans to kill him, I hadn’t been prepared for this moment.

My daughter, he crowed.

His pride filled me until it was all I could fathom.

Draedyn was bigger than Tyrrik. My father’s scales were a deep emerald, but several areas of his body lacked the jeweled-like armor as if the pieces had been plucked or carved away. His eyes were a glowing green, the same color as his scales, but despite the vibrant color, there was no life within their depths.

You are magnificent, he said.I’ve been searching for you, and here you are, my most incredible triumph.

Satisfaction thrummed through me. How I’d craved my father’s approval. I yearned to make him proud. To be a daughter he could trust.

I have longed for our meeting. Dreaming of the time we would be reunited. Whatever lies you have heard of me, I hope you will grant me the opportunity to prove my paternal love for you.

I could feel the honesty of his words, his sincerity. I thought of how, as a child, I’d wished for my father, and here he was. But if my wish had come true, why did it feel wrong? No, he just wanted a chance. Confusion swirled in my mind, and I wrestled to hold onto what I knew.

You must come with me to my castle and be the princess you were meant to be. Let Draeconia know of your greatness so they can worship you at my side.

I lifted a claw in his direction, the trickling of his excitement spreading to the tips of my talons and down my ridged spine.

I could feel how much he wanted this, and I wanted it too. This would fill the healing hole inside once and for all. This was the answer to my problems.Yes.

Before we go . . .

The emerald tendrils of his power pulsed against my mind, forcing my Drae powers to part and let him inside. Excitement turned to fear, and he clearly felt the shift within me. His presence flooded into me, shattering the natural Drae barrier encasing my mind, to take up residence, gripping my will in his own.

I couldn’t move. Why couldn’t I move? I still had my mind, but an oily emerald-green power, my father’s power, was disconnecting me from controlling myself.

Bring me the Phaetyn.

An image of Kamini, her silver hair up in an intricate updo, wearing her plain crown, filled my mind, and I struggled to control my body. No. Not Kamini.

I pivoted, unable to refuse my father’s bidding. My body walked toward the princess, under his complete control.

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