A single tear escaped my eye as the realisation of it all hit me at once. April kept her hands tightly on my shoulders, holding
me up right with a look of concern on her face.
“Percy, send the rest of the soldiers towards the camp. My sisters and I will head back to the castle. We will get Ornella
back and deal with these intruders.”
Percy didn’t question my orders, neither did my sisters. I half expected they knew I wouldn’t leave Ornella behind,
especially if she was heading towards our home.
“It is too far for us all to travel back with magic,” April interrupted, “And we must keep our strength if we are to fight.”
“Agreed, we will rest for a moment and then make our way back. With my sisters at my side, they won’t even know what’s
coming.”
“Death is what’s coming,” Vanessa spoke while a red and purple glow enclosed around her, her hands flicking with sparks
of lightning.
My three sisters. Powerful on their own but unstoppable once together.
Chapter 60
ORNELLA
Talia’s note kept me awake for most of the night. By the time the morning songbirds broke through the midnight sky, I was
standing in the doorway of my tent watching the sunrise above the horizon, aching deep within my bones to be back at the
valley.
I’d spent most of the night going over the note and trying to decide on an escape plan. The same two guards watched my
every move, and I wondered where Marcus could be. He must be here somewhere. I was surprised to not see him with Talia as
I would have assumed she’d be his charge when I left. I’d have to ask her if she knew where he was.
By daybreak a soldier had brought in breakfast. A small tray of porridge, some berries, and a glass of water. They
apologised that the meal wasn’t fit for a princess, but I didn’t care. I wouldn’t touch it for fear of poison, or something being
slipped into it.
My stomach rumbled in hunger at the smell of the food as it wafted past me. If they did try to poison me, they wouldn’t gain
anything as it would only make Nicholas even more hellbent on destroying the entire world.
I was grateful when Norok’s footman came to fetch me and take me to his tent, the same one we’d had dinner in the night
before. Thankful to find him alone with no Dorian in sight, I breathed out a sigh of relief.
General Lewis, the same general who’d always commanded my father’s army, lent over the table pointing at a map as he
mumbled under his breath.
“You wanted to see me, brother.”
