Fifty-five:
Princess Sirena
It was my worst nightmare come to life. I had moved into my room again. I had spent the night reading until I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was to the sound of a door opening. I found three things: first, my sisters’ dead body. Second, Antero had burst into my room from some kind of secret passageway. Third, Imperator Eric was standing in my room looking too pleased for his own good. “Oh,” he said, “isn’t this rich? The little villains that made us out to be villains has killed her sister.” He grinned, and my whole world sunk.
I felt Antero grab my hand. I winced. “Antero,” I hissed, “I don’t know what you’re doing, but holding my hand is not helping----”
“On the count of three,” said Antero, “you and I are going to make a run for it through the servan
