Amy wasn't sure what to feel, much less what to say. Her words were trapped in her throat. The tears that she hadn't realized had stopped came back running down the sides of her face. This time, she felt them, as rainwater no longer drowned her. Henri's magic shielded the both of them from the rain.
King Henri blinked, dousing the blue flames shooting from his eyes, his gaze still transfixed on Amy. "I have asked you a question, Amy Johnson of New York," he declared, plucking her out of her trance. "What has gotten into your mind that made you think running in this deluge was a good idea?"
Amy knew it hasn't been long since Henri had confronted her, just merely half a day, but it seemed to her as though it was forever ago. And she'd endured that forever, doing her crying in the rain. Fi
