I stayed awake for the rest of the ride. My eyes remained glued to the dark, blurred silhouette of the passing forest, the steady hum of the second transport truck's engine a stark contrast to the violent chaos of the wreck. Sleep was the very last thing I wanted. Every time I even thought about closing my eyes, the image of that figure flashing through that nightmare made my blood run cold.
As I watched the mile markers tick by, I realized we were only about thirty minutes out from the Royal Stronghold.
With the clarity of the waking world, a disturbing thought began to take root in my mind, turning over and over until it made my stomach twist. Did my father know? Did he plan the whole thing? He knew exactly who I was, and he knew the sheer volatile strength of the Lunar Mage magic runn
