A familiar scent ambles in the air, gliding before Amara's nose and forcing her to lift her head. It was musky, faint and cool. It was the smell of a man. Amara gasps, her snowflakes wobbling as she tilts her head to the side. She sees the Crown Prince, Kalel, and her brothers. But the scent wasn't coming from them. There's no way that disgusting scent that approached her was drawn from any of them.
There was no way.
All of a sudden, the Crown Prince plunges to the floor! A black lance appeared to punish Rinan's throat, driving deep into his spine and sketching the porcelain an obscene ruby. Amara stiffs as if every drop of blood in her body dried. Her eyes moved towards the hand that grasped the lance. Slowly, a tall man in silver armor and a black mask came into her view.
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