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Chapter 12

“Where do you think you are going?” Darkous chuckled, standing in the doorway to block her path.

Elika gasped, her head snapping towards her uncle as she hopped back a step; knowing that she was in serious trouble.

“You okay over their Michael.” The dark lord asked, quickly grabbing the princess by her arm.

Michael nodded, pulling the knife from within his arm. “Yes sir, the little brat simply caught me off guard.”

Darkous’ chuckled, lifting Elika up from the ground and flinging her over his shoulder as he walked towards the bed; viciously slamming her down. She cried out as her leg began to burn, slowly curling into a ball on her side.

“Stay there.” he ordered before turning towards his comrade, his mechanical white eyes laced with humour. “What is it that you called me here for Michael?”

“The princess is hiding something from us, her ankle is completely healed, and in

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