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Amara
Demetrius and Amara sat quietly airborne on their way to meet with Turannos. They made it a point not to tell Elek their destination so no one could squeeze that information from him. Prudence demanded caution.
Amara broke the silence. “Running for my life has stopped me from dwelling on my mother’s identity, but going to see Dad is bringing it all back.”
“You still don’t believe him?” Demetrius said.
“Neither do you. There’s no way Mom would have made that up. I’m not letting him off the hook this time. He’s going to have to deal with me face to face.”
“I’ll back you up,” Demetrius said.
She smiled ruefully and turned her gaze to the window. Fluffy white clouds rolled by presenting a picture of serenity, out of synch to the turmoil within her. Usually returning home to see
