We were out of the tent in a flash of light.
Twelve thirty is only two minutes from now if my calculations are correct.
“Scoundrel, little cheating scoundrel!” A horrible voice cries out from the tent that is now turning into ash.
Tyran grabs me and pulls me to him, he searches my face for any signs of hurt but he looks surprised when he sees me smiling.
“Are you okay?” Caiden asks, pushing his brother aside to get a better look at me.
I nod once.
“Never been better,” I say to them and walk to where Lilliac is lying down. Her father and mother step aside when I approach the makeshift bed, their eyes hold shame and gratitude.
They cannot meet my gaze as they stand there feeling awkward.
“You think it worked?” Fayree asks as she comes to kneel beside me.
“How long till twelve thirty
