Page 110 of Escape from the Green

All that could break through my mind was her.

Amy.

The Draca part of me screamed something the other part of me had known for a long time.

Mine.

She was mine.

And she was close.

I followed the track I had lead even as I saw an empty cart set ablaze, making the nearest guards run for their lives.

And there was a window wedged open that hadn't been before.

And a woman hanging halfway out, her mouth open wide. A familiar mouth. A mouth I had kissed countless times, had felt moving all over me, had curved into brilliant smiles for me.

Her eyes were just as round, taking in the spectacle of it all, not seeming to understand the reason behind it, too overtaken with awe to realize we were here for her.

I was here for her.

I swooped low, just below the window, watching as she shocked back a bit, surprised, not recognizing me.

It wasn't until she moved forward a step again, gaze fixed on my eye that a slow, relieved smile split her face.

"Drake," she exhaled, eyes filling a bit.

"No fucking shit," another voice said from behind her. A male voice. The Draca in me, possessive and jealous as it was, let out a growl, my mouth parting to let out a small burst of fire as my gaze sought the source.

He was standing there behind Amy, head shaking.

I didn't have to know him to know him.

The Dark Prince.

In all his royal glory.

"The fuck are you waiting for?" Jet's voice called to Amy, making her head swivel over her shoulder to him. "You were waiting for your out, Amethyst. It doesn't get any better than this. Go. You," he added, moving behind Amy to talk to me. "You need to burn me."

My head shook, remembering my promise to the elders. I had Amy. There was no need for damage, for anyone to get hurt. Least of all the Dark Prince. "It can't look like I let her go," he growled, making his honey-brown eyes flash violently.

My head shook again, making Amy look between us, seeming lost before suddenly closing her hands over a chair situated beside the window.

"Don't change, Jet. Be better than your father," she demanded before she lifted the chair, swung, and fucking knocked the damned Dark Prince unconscious before clamoring up onto the windowsill, hands trying to grab a hold of me.

I tilted, tipped, let her climb on, her barely-there weight taking all the boulders off my shoulders as I swung upward, whipping around, blowing fire for a long moment, getting all my clan's attention, letting them know it was over before turning and barreling off.

They'd come for us.

Quickly.

As soon as Cass could get control over his guards.

We had to be as far gone as possible.

We had to be untraceable.

In my mind, I shot off an image of all of us splitting up, getting our scent all over The Green, making it impossible for them to figure out where we came from, where we were going.