Hazel slipped into her tiny servant quarters and leaned her back against the cold stone door, her chest heaving in the dark. The freezing winter wind whistled sharply through the cracks in the loose mortar, but she barely felt the chill.
Duncan had signed the parchment. Silas had his execution order. In less than twelve hours, when the first light of dawn hit the grand courtyard, Amara would be tied to the wooden stakes and burned to ash.
‘I will not let her die,’ Hazel thought, her jaw setting into a hard line of absolute determination. ‘I will not lose another sister to these monsters.’
She couldn't save Amara by using her true blue fire to blast through the fortress gates. A direct magical attack would only bring the entire Alpha guard down upon them, sealing the prison permanently
