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"Of course." I turn back to him and the reason for the adrenaline in my chest changes from the rush of escaping to the fact I’m losing him.
This is our last moment together. At least for decades more.
Amias’ eyes shine, his lips twist forming a pout. "Goodbye Ignatia…"
"Goodbye Amias," I whisper.
He glances over his shoulder. "Go. Now! They're coming.”
I look behind him andseeno signs of the police coming, but I faintly hear their footsteps. My gaze returns to Amias, my hands shaking, and my lips begging to feel his again. "Not before I do this."
I step forward, and hold him by the cheeks. He grabs me by the waist, his eyes twinkling with desire and pulls me closer.
I have to make this kiss count.
I caress his tongue with mine, closing my eyes to savor the taste. Amias lets out a surprised grunt, but he kisses back soon after. I make this one passionate, making sure he would be able to feel my true burning love for him. One last time.
I pull away, sliding my thumb across his cheek. My lips start to throb as tears rush uncontrollably down from my eyes.
"I love you Amias," I whimper.
"I love you too…"
Before we could say anything else, the clanking of boots becomes loud and clear. Amias’ eyes widen as he turns to me and pushes my chest. "Run! Now!"
I run off into the forest, taking glances over my shoulder. My heart aches to go back to him but I must keep running. offtowards Caelestia. Where I’ll be safe. Away from Amara. Away from Somnia.
Away from the man I love…
Chapter 53
Amias
"Where is she?" The cop demands.
I look him straight in the eyes despite the tears stinging them. "To a place decent enough to accept her!”
"You broke out a prisoner," he growls. "You should be in jail."
I hold my hands out. "Arrest me then."
He glances away, only to snap his gaze at me again. He gawks. “But you're the prince!"
"I don't fucking care." I put my head down. "Just arrest me."
It's silent as sobs start to choke me up. I lick my lips to try to keep my composure and not melt down to the floor. I know I look broken from my buckling legs and the tears rolling down my cheeks, but I try to keep it together.
"You just seem to be a troubled boy," the officer says, then he talks to the others. "We'll just take him back to his parents. Amorette can deal with it."
He gives me a pat on the shoulder before guiding me by the arm. I don't face him.
I just want to be away from everyone. I don't want to face another person again for what they've done. If I had it my way, I'd lock myself away to be alone with my memories….
… Just so I can savor my last memories of Ignatia.
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Father throws his hands in the air. "What is this madness, Amias?"
