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I looked down at myself. I beamed like the midnight sun.
“Go, Daisy Danaenyth,” Arianrhod said formidably. “Purge the evil off the land. The black witch is only the first wave of evil invading the realm. Many more will come. You don’t want the war, but to war you must go.”
The goddess started shimmering and fading.
“Wait!” I cried. “I need to ask you about my mates’ masks. Do you know how to lift their curse completely?”
A musical laugh.They need to accept . . . A wild game is coming.
“Accept what?” I shouted. “And what game?” I really didn’t like the sound of the wild game.
Arianrhod vanished without a trace.
“She isn’t what you expected, is she?” Elvey whispered beside me. He was the only one, beside me, who hadn’t knelt to her.
“I’m not done with you, Elvey,” I said harshly. “She won’t take you.”
I shifted to my dragon form and flashed my fangs as Elvey smirked at me.
All the dragons shifted after me.
CHAPTER 21
We flew toward the City of Amethyst.
My mates—a silver dragon, a fire-orange dragon, and a storm-gray dragon—flanked me, two on each side of me and one above me in a guarding position.
It was a bright day.
The sunlight glinted off the skyscraper of glass and steel. Lysandra’s coronation had just started on the rooftop of the Empire Tower, outside a glass hall.
A live hologram played on the tinted glass wall for all citizens of the six cities to watch.
The elite crowd sat in their cushioned seats, waiting and chatting excitedly, while the security guards milled about.
I didn’t know any of them, who all rooted for their soon-to-be new queen.
Anxiety sliced up my spine.
But I had to do this.
We hovered above them as dragons, cloaked by magic, but it wouldn’t last long.
When the ceremony music stopped, Lysandra, wearing a violet gown in golden vertical lines and weaved with diamonds, glided out from the glass hall toward the front stage. Her coven trailed after her.
The six mayors from the six cities, all looking cocky with great self-importance, lined up along the glass façade like the witch’s henchmen. A gray-haired priest and his male assistant posed beside a crystal stand, on which a crown of gold and rubies rested.
The crowd stood to their feet and erupted in cheers and applause at the appearance of Lysandra. They started chanting, “Humans Superior and First! Long live Queen Lysandra!”
Lysandra smiled regally and brilliantly and waved at the mass. She knew how to work the camera, for sure. The live hologram recording showed how graceful and queenly she was. She stepped up to the podium, ready to make a short speech before she accepted the crown.
She raised a hand, and the conclave hushed and sat back down. “My fellow citizens of Danaenyth Republic—”
I dove toward the space between Lysandra and the audience in my dragon form. I looked glorious, my wings carrying the wind, my scarlet and blue scales reflecting in the sunlight. But the gathering didn’t seem to appreciate it.
They let out terrified cries, shouts, and curses.
I shifted to my Fae form before anyone could react and shoot me down. I stood tall, pushing my shoulders back in a regal manner.
