“I’m not going anywhere, Camilla,” He said, his smile fading. “But you are.” “What?” My heart thudded in my chest, echoing the sound of his boots as he stomped to the door and flung it open. A soldier entered, holding a long, blunt-ended golden trident. Electricity shot from the prongs, wrapping me in a net of sizzling sparks. My body shook, and my magic fizzled as my knees hit the floor. My eyes widened and filled with tears. “You treacherous snake.”
