TIARA THORNELLS
Randolf set me down gently onto the snow, and the moment my feet touched the ground, I could feel my knees shaking uncontrollably. The cold bit into my skin, but it was the pounding of my heart that truly consumed me. My whole chest felt tight with dread as I watched Prince Zatan’s burning gaze lock onto Randolf, sizing up a threat.
“What kind of creature are you?” Prince Zatan’s voice was sharp. “And why were you carrying Tiara while teleporting?”
I froze. His intense, fiery eyes suddenly turned to me, and I couldn’t help the hard gulp that forced its way down my throat. The way he looked at me, it was as if he could see through me, read every hidden thought.
“Which of you is going to answer my question?” he pressed, the tone heavy with authority.
But Randolf stepped
