It was a competition. Rinan and Kalel were going for the same prize: Amara. And in no way was he going to lose. No way in hell.
Rinan saunters back to the Great Chamber and to the side of the auburn haired goddess who was clouded by golden glimmer. She looks at him with dazed eyes and it was his sign to rush to her before she falls. He holds her by her waist as she gently leans for support. Amara's face burned, her breathing labored and weak.
The Crown Prince looks at the people around them and discovers their faces divorced by the agonizing flame that overwhelmed them earlier. They weren't shaking, nor were they spitting and retching their intestines out. They were overjoyed, eyes bulging with tears, hands stretched around their mates as if they had just escaped the gates of hell and w
