Chapter Eight AmualAmual did not wait for the daylight to be escorted into the room where the governor would be waiting. She simply turned any soldiers to stone as they tried to stop her. Her royal blue dress fitted tightly around her slim waist and fell to the floor, dragging along the ground behind her. She was determined to find the Starchild and deliver him to her brother. As she strode purposefully toward the doors, a simple swirl of her hand made them swing open. Her mystical power had grown stronger with each day and she had declared to herself that she would use it to prove her strength at every opportunity.
‘What is the meaning of this?’ Trevell stepped out in front of her. ‘The governor is not seeing anyone at this hour. He has had the most uncomfortable day.’
‘Move,’ Amual sai
