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My lips throb even more, and my vision starts to blur with warm tears. Fuck! Why does it feel like I'm losing him? Like he's dying or some shit? And I have to let it happen?
“I won't.” I force my trembling lips to smile. “I promise, you won't kill Ignatia.”
He smiles and leans back against the wall. “Good.”
I take a deep breath to hold in my own tears, sitting beside him until a guard demands to get on with preparations from the door. It's a solemn time, but at least Ivy seems to be able to joke around enough to distract him, at least for a little bit. It does little to distract me, but I try to keep in mind her jokes too.
I try to make sure his suit is put on perfectly. I feel like there's a knife piercing my heart with each minute, but instead of pain, there's guilt.
I should've known something was off when I signed that damn contract.
Chapter 61
Ignatia
I had asked around about getting to Amara within three days. I got a few tips to get there.
There's a train that goes through the desert of Caelestia, cutting the journey by three days. Then I can travel through the forest for the second day until I get to the ferry in a town called Rosula and which will take me to Amara City overnight.
The trick, don't get recognized or cleansed when I enter the Amara kingdom.I assume that's why Amias didn't send me this way when I escaped.
It took a while to figure out the train, but luckily, l was able to buy a ticket from the starcoins Amias gave me. I waited at the train station, biting on my tongue as I think back to Amias.
I wonder if he's okay. He wasn't even on the news when Amara announced the ceremony. He could be dead and I wouldn't know.
A few hours later, I board the train, leaning against the window as the white desert flies past me. The skyline of tall sand pillars moves past me, shrinking by the second.
My twisting stomach and cramping chest doesn't let me forget that I'll have to confront Amara. She's an immortal being. How am I supposed to fight against her?
My chest constricts, each breath clawing up and down my windpipe.
I keep my hands clutched on my lap, and my teeth buried in my tongue, the idea of tutela flowers tightening around my neck playing in my head. Amias would witness it. The rest of Amara would cheer her on as air was squeezed out of my lungs.
That's if I make it in time. What if I go and it's too late? What then? Amias could forget me and he could try to kill me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to keep myself calm.
Is it even possible to win against Amara?
I try to take a deep breath despite it trembling. I'm doing the right thing here. A fight for love is always right and honorable, even if it ends in death. If I don't make it, then I did right by coming, and I'll keep fighting for him until I save him or die.
That's why Rayden went to find Lydia. That's why father stayed with Vasilisa until his bitter end. That's why Kaius died trying to avenge Clarissa.
I'd rather I die this way, than for some lame excuse.
I draw in each breath as slowly as I can. It will be okay. It will be okay. Amias won't be cleansed.
I let out a final huff and feel my heartbeat slow back into normal rhythm.
Amias will live.
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"Attention all passengers!"
I slowly raise my head from the room I was able to get with the fake ID and starcoins. I was lucky no one seemed to recognize me yet, but I guess they didn't bother to check me carefully with this black oversized hoodie I bought in Rosula.
I sit up and look over my shoulder to the window. It's still dark outside from the small window, but over the horizon, Estrella's star is just peeking over, shining upon the water.Anorange glow follows us under the water. The boat is designed with the same wood pattern that cars have here.
