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Who knows what kind of condition he's in. Is he okay? If it's really skinny, how so?
They want everyone to think everything is okay. But it's clearly not.
And there's nothing I can do about it.
If I go, I die before I can save him. Someone will kill me.
I'm helpless. I have to wait for Minerva to find him… She will find him right? What if he dies before that? What if I truly lose him forever?
My body shudders. That can't happen. It won't happen. Minerva knows better, right?
It's shitty being so helpless. I have to depend on a strange woman to save him. It's fucked up to me. I should save him. Even if the world is turned against us.
But then it's likely he'd never really be saved if I do that.
I sigh. I can trust Minvera. She has no reason to betray me.
He won't be dead. He won't be dead. He won't be dead.
Minerva will come home with him, and we'll help him after what his Grandmother put him through.
I'll wait. I won't know until Minerva brings him home, but she will bring him home. Every moment I'll wait for him. Every second I breathe is for seeing him again.
He'll be in my arms again. I'll feel his lips on mine once more.
If I don't repeat those words, I'll fight my way out and get us both killed.
I sigh and turn off the news as they switch subjects. Amias. I know you're not there, but I'm here. I'll be here when you're safe from Amara and I'll have you thrive here in Caelestia. We can start over, and change the world together here.
And finally Amias would be free from Amara.
Chapter 68
Glaide (Two Months Later)
No amount of starshine in Amor Beach could lighten up Amias’ spirit.
Despite it being autumn, Amor Beach stays green and humid. Palm trees line each street, and every building is short with fading pastel. Amare flowers hang outside of each window and people walking down the stare curiously at us, women in their bikini and men in shorts shirtless. From the town square where we stand, I take whiffs of sea salt and hot soil, knowing everyone out will either leave starburned or tanned under the beating star.
Amor Beach is one of the best cities for winter vacations in the Amara kingdom. If you want a star-tan, lounge on the beach and devour fried seafood, this is the spot.
Unfortunately, that's not what Amias is here for, and neither is it what Erasmus, the royal guards and I are here for.
A guard sweating in his long sleeve uniform approaches Amias, his group of four standing behind him. “Ignatia isn't here!”
Amias grits his teeth. That's the last group of guards that scouted the city. We’ve checked everywhere.
My throat throbs as I watch Amias. He doesn't even look like the same man I knew. His once strong build has been reduced to nothing but skin and bone. The burns and tan hasdone nothing to help his sickly white skin, and his hair has been buzzed to keep himself decent after a lot of hair loss. His fingers seem longer and bony. His irises haven't been any color but black.
I shake my head as veins pop from Amias' arms and face. This is so fucked up.
So fucked up.
“No,” Amias snaps. “We need to find her! I need to kill her!” He starts breathing heavily, stalking away as his long black jacket drags behind him. The hot weather never deterred him from suits and the color black. Erasmus and I have resorted to light color tank tops and shorts on the other hand.
This search can't go on for much longer. I have to speak up. “Amias. Maybe it's time we focus on something else. Maybe you should go home and eat.”
“Fuck off, Glaide!” he sneers. “I don't have time to stop!”
