Chapter 11
Amias
I can't move.
I'm curled up in a ball, lying on the ground. Bleeding from my chest and arms. My vision is covered in colorful dots as nausea creeps up my throat.
Too much magic. Too much energy.
My brain is too weak to focus on anything other than the inability to get my body back up. I hear footsteps coming towards me and a voice, but I can't focus on them enough to know who it is.
If a dreamscreecher were to attack me now, I'd be dead.
“Amias!”
I snap my head up with the dots disappearing in a few blinks. There's shiny deep ocean eyes like my father's scanning over me, golden blonde hair getting in the way of his face.
“Erasmus?” I whisper.
“Shit! I knew this would happen when I saw tutela flowers! You could've died!” He kneels down as I push my body upright.
Oh yeah. I’d started to use the flowers to save that girl.
“I'm okay. Just exhausted.” I quickly look for any wounds on him. He doesn't even have a scratch.
Well, he's considered a military hero for a reason. He's a pro shooter.
Erasmus takes a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut before looking back at me. “Why didn't you use the gun?” He scrunches his nose. “You had bullets on you, didn't you?”
“I used most of them at the gun range.” I only shot five times before I was out. I didn't expect to battle fifty dreamscreechers.
“Then you should've ran.” Erasmus shakes his head. “Mother's gonna kill me.”
“I'm no coward, Erasmus! I would've never ran!” Again, with the babying! “I'd rather my body get split in half than to run knowing there's innocent civilians in here. I'm the prince of Love, just like you. It's our duty!”
“I know.”
“Sometimes I don't think you do.”
“Well at least now I don't have to think about that.” He stands up again and I let him pull me to my feet.
If that one dreamscreecher didn't attack my opponent, I would've been dead.
I glance down. Why would a dreamscreecher save me? It couldn't have been on purpose right?
I furrow my brows, my heart searing with disgust. No. The dreamscreecher probably just wanted to get revenge on the one attacking me and found the perfect moment to do so.
Dreamscreechers never show mercy. There's no way it wanted to save me.
“We gotta get home,” Erasmus grunts, making his way towards the door. “Dr. Kurt has to stitch you up and I'll have to deal with Mother.”
My lips twist. That girl! Clara! I have to make sure she's alright. She's still out there, homeless with untreated wounds. “Wait!”
“What?” Erasmus snaps his head over his shoulder, his eyes bugged like I had said I lost an arm.
“I have to find this girl I saved.” She better have made it out.
His expression doesn't change for a second, only for him to lower his brows and slouch his shoulders. “I’m sure if you've saved her, that means she's fine.” Erasmus rolls his eyes.
