Aurora’s POV
I sprinted down the corridor, Lola at my side. “Faster! We need to get to the throne room!”
“I’m trying!” Lola snapped, claws scraping the floor.
The massive doors of the throne room loomed ahead. I threw them open—and froze for a heartbeat.
Damion stood in front of Caleb’s throne, chest heaving, eyes like fire. “Step down and face me, Caleb!”
Caleb leaned back, arms crossed, smirking. “You think you can take her? She’s mine.”
I stepped forward, voice sharp. “I am not an object! I will not be taken!”
Damion’s growl rumbled low. “Aurora, get back!”
I ignored him, keeping my gaze on Caleb. “You think you can decide my fate? I fight for my freedom and my people! I will not be treated like a prize!”
Caleb’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. Instead, he gestured with a t
