The demons had invaded again.
Three days ago, the Dragon Clan had sacrificed their prince in the great war, and in return, they had gained less than ten days of peace.
The clan was terrified.
Without Xylos, morale would crumble.
I waited, my heart heavy with anxiety, and eventually drifted into a troubled sleep.
When I opened my eyes, I was looking at Damon’s face.
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Damon and I stood on the Dragon Clan’s altar. The place was deserted, only the whistling wind whipping through my hair, sending a shiver down my spine. Damon’s expression was twisted with a manic glee. At his side lay the King’s crown and the High Priest’s scepter. He was ready.
“Phoebe,” he whispered.
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I ignored him. But he gripped my hand, tight as a drowning man clutching a lifeline. “Phoebe, look at me! I’ve sent them all away. No one can stop
me now.”
I looked at him, weary. “Are you sure you want to bypass the King and receive the heavenly inheritance without the blessing of the people?”
Damon laughed, a wild, unhinged sound. “Yes! I may not be the prince, but you are of the true royal bloodline of the Phoenix Clan! So what if I don’t have the people’s approval? Once I am King, it will be a done deal. With the demons invading and my father old and weak, they will have no choice but to rely on me. In the end, all those who dared to defy me will be on their knees, respectfully calling me King!”
