When they arrived back at Morgane and Jorn’s castle, Amber retreated to the room she used, filling her daggers and sword with power. She glanced around, looking for other things she could store it in. There was nothing. She needed more jewellery. Needed more weapons. And needed more stored power. Closing her eyes, she tried not to be overwhelmed by everything. Slow, steady breaths didn’t help. She needed to get Ronan away from Brigitte before she killed him. And she ended up stuck in this world.
She drew in another deep breath. No matter what he said, once she took out the hunter, she was getting him out of there. Even if she had to knock him out to do it. A smile formed, one that was similar to Ronan’s predatory one. Or heal him so he had no choice other than to leave. The pressure on he
