“If you're worried about being documented, I can get my personal doctor. No records, just checking on your wounds and stitching.”
I perk up. “Nothing else? No blood testing or anything?”
He chuckles. “Why would they? They aren't doing experiments on you like an animal.”
I consider the idea. It's better than the hospital but a risk nonetheless. I could still get exposed, though perhaps seeing his personal doctor makes it less probable.
Besides, I need to be healthy to make the journey. I won't be able to make it through the desert with these open wounds.
Maybe it's best that I let him help for the time being. I mean, my father didn't mention anything about when Amarians have no clue who you are. Maybe this is good for me.
With a last sigh, I give my final verdict. “Fine. I'll go.”
His eyes seem to twinkle, which takes me aback. “Great!” He stands before reaching a hand towards me. “You're fine with standing on your own right? I can carry you if you need me too.”
My cheeks get boiling hot. He doesn't understand but we're still enemies. “No way on planet Adoro I'm letting you carry me!”
His cheeks turn into a pinkish tint. “Sorry. Just trying to help.”
I shoo his hand away and push myself up. “I know. I'm still not allowing it.”
“You know, I never caught your name.” He looks down at me and I suddenly feel short. I'm not though. I'm taller than most men in my kingdom.
My thoughts scatter. Ignatia might be a familiar name to them. Maybe I could tell them considering most have only seen me in dreamscreecher form, but still. It's better not to risk it.
What name? What name….
Clarissa. No! Might be familiar too. Clar… Clar…
“Clara!” I flinch at my outburst, realizing how unconvincing that was.
Shit! He's going to know!
I clear my throat and hold my chin high to sound more confident. “My name is Clara.”
He squints at me for a second before nodding his head. “Amias.”
“Amias?” It sounds familiar.
“That's my name.” He grins. “ It's nice to meet you,Clara.”
I bite my tongue when it rolls out of his mouth. I'm ninety percent sure he knows I pulled that name from thin air. But he doesn't pry further, instead nodding his head towards the direction we're going. I follow him to the end of the alleyway and out of whatever festival this is.
Chapter 4
Ignatia
Leather sticks to my sweaty palms as I grip my seat. My breath disappears from my lungs.
A car they call it, a machine that looks like it's been neatly carved from wood with a glossy film over it. Each car has flowers and mini gardens on top of them, much of it being roses and amare flowers hanging just short of the windows, like this one. The inside of Amias' car has five seats covered in white leather. There's a driver at the front in a white suit, his palms glowing orange and fingers twisting each time we turn.
This thing moves without wheels! It just floats with sparkling pink dust coming out of it at the bottom! I was shocked to see them from the outside, but it’s crazier being on the inside!
I hold my breath as the brick buildings and flowers trees fly by. It's going so quick!
My heart lurches at Amias' voice. “It's okay!” I turn to meet his gentle smile. “We have one of the best drivers there is. We’re safe.”
I look at the curly haired driver, who turns his white gloved fist as we turn the corner. I yelp, squeezing the leather tighter. “It doesn't feel safe when you don't have any control!”
