Malvolia rubbed her hands together. She had just taken down two birds with one stone.

Who had known that as the alphyn was carrying through the woods she would royally intercept the Crown Prince himself? She looked down at his crumpled form; she still felt life pulsing from him, so she knew his was still alive.

That didn’t mean he was in a good condition.

Malvolia swept and elegant hand through her locks, and urged the alphyn on. Arden gave a rumble, and continued on his path.

Far, far away, Sioni perked up, encountering a slightly disturbing sense of foreboding she had never experienced before.

Ridda turned to her.

“Are you alright?”

Sioni nodded halfheartedly.

“You sure?”

Another nod, although she wasn’t sure herself.