And with the utterance of that name, her pleasure vanished. “Cleiona murdered Valoria, my goddess, trying to steal her magic. How dare you compare me to an evil creature like that?”
He blanched. “Apologies. Please forgive me. I meant no disrespect.”
“Are you going to question him?” Amara said. “Or let him stare adoringly at you all day?”
“A fair point,” she agreed.
Amara looked at her not with awe or fear at her very real magic. Rather, she seemed pleased and impressed.
It was a nice change from the terrified reactions her elementia usually received.
“All I want to know is why,” Lucia said to the boy. “Why would you assist the rebels today? Do you wish to defeat my father for reasons of your own?”
“Your father . . .” Petros’s brows drew together before recognition dawned. “You’re Princess Lucia.”
“Give the boy a prize,” Amara said with a smirk.
“I am,” Lucia said to him. “Now answer me.”
“They asked me to help.”
“Who asked you to help?”
“Jonas Agallon. He wanted to rescue his friends. He saw my fire displays and thought I could help. For me, any chance to work with fire—to watch it rise up and destroy anything in its path. . . . It’s what I love the most. And I can tell you like it too, princess.”
Jonas. That name had been coming up an awful lot lately. Jonas Agallon, the rebel leader accused of murdering the queen. Which was all fine with Lucia. It had saved her from having to do the deed herself.
Such dark thoughts, a voice said inside her. To use your magic is to summon malevolence. Be careful or it might consume you.
“I need to leave,” Lucia said, her voice small and uncertain as doubt descended.
She lost her focus for a moment, and Petros managed to break free of her air magic. He pushed off from the wall, shoving her out of the way in his haste to get to the door. But Amara was there, blocking his way.
He glared at her. “Get out of my way or I’ll kill you.”
“I doubt that.” She reached into the folds of her gown, pulled out a dagger, and sank it into his chest.
The boy looked down with shock. He touched the hilt with trembling fingers, then fell hard to his knees and crumpled fully to the ground. A pool of blood began to seep out and surround him.
Lucia’s eyes widened. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
Amara reached down and yanked the dagger from the boy’s body, wiping off the blade with a clean white handkerchief. “I’m sure he wasn’t, either. No loss to the world, I’d say. Kraeshians like to deal with criminals swiftly and with finality. We don’t tend to waste much time on incarceration and public executions.” She glanced over at Lucia. “I hope this isn’t a problem for you. He was going to get away . . . and he knew your secret.”
Lucia had thought Amara merely a spoiled princess from another land. But she was much more than that.
Lucia eyed her now with wariness.
“If you’re worried I’ll tell anyone what I saw here”—Amara tucked her weapon away and moved closer to Lucia—“don’t be. I can be very discreet.”
“What do you want from me?” Fire magic crackled down Lucia’s arms, ready for summoning if Amara said the wrong thing.
Amara wasn’t the only one willing to end a life today if there was no other choice. She would protect herself—and her family—at any cost.
Confidence flickered on the foreign princess’s face. “I want to be your friend, Lucia. That’s all I’ve wanted since I arrived in Auranos. I hope you’ll give me that chance.” She smiled. “The crowd must have dissipated by now. It’s time to make our way back to the palace.”
“You go without me,” Lucia said. “I need time to think.”
Amara didn’t argue. “Very well. Be safe, Lucia. I’ll see you again soon.”