“You’re here!”
I thought myself dreaming at first. That voice sounded like Amelia’s.
“Amelia?” Jake gasped, which was how I knew it was real instead. I looked up and there she was, walking toward us with no guard, no shackles.
“Amelia?” I said, also in disbelief.
Jake and I seemed to move at once, rushing closer to Amelia. We both looked her over, circling her, looking for injury or discomfort. She humored us, standing still so that we could inspect her.
“I’m fine,” she said. “I’m not hurt. Alpha King Benedict and I just had a chat, that’s all. It wasn’t terrible.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that, Amelia,” the Alpha King said as he too walked into the courtyard.
On reflex, I hurried to place myself between Amelia and the king, not wanting him to hurt her. His expression was calmer t
