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clear, and deep.
    There was a murmur of confusion among the men. They looked amongst each other, then at their prince.
    “I said no one moves !” Hargreave snapped, and he turned his attention back to Eldric. “I will kill you for this. I swear to the gods you will beg me to die for everything you’ve done.”
    Eldric snorted. “I could say the same of you, but your fight has always been a waste of my time.”
    Hargreave’s face turned red at the insult.
    Amanda had no clue what was going on, but her instinct was to want to be with who looked safe in that moment. Right now, that was Hargreave. He was the villain of the story, the killer, the man who needed to die for there to be any peace, and she wanted to be with him instead of the hero, the man who was currently threatening to slit her throat into a wide deathly smile.
    She stared at Hargreave, and maybe there was something in her eyes that called back to him, because he looked at her.
    “I won’t keep you in their company for long, sweet. I’ll come for you.”
    He sounded like he meant it, and Amanda felt relief.
    Then she yelped as Eldric pulled her into his arms.
    “Come onto my lands again, and she dies.”
    Amanda thought it incredibly risky how he turned his back to his enemy, but then she saw why. Just as Hargreave’s men had landed behind him, so too did Eldric’s, dressed in finger chainmail and bright blue, their weapons finer, if ruined with blood. Two men were helping Alger to his feet, and Eldric spread his wings. He waited for Alger and his helpers to get in the air before he flew off with Amanda.
    “Fight me, and I will drop you,” he warned.
    “I believe you,” she replied, wishing that she didn’t as she was taken away from the battlefield.
    What the fuck was happening with her morning?

Chapter 3
    T he castle was not quite as she’d thought it would be every time she wrote about it. It was close, but also very different. Imagining something, envisioning all the walls and tapestries and stone work, was nothing at all like how she saw them now, in real life.
    There were smells in the castle. Amanda had never thought about writing in smells, not even when she’d penned the scenes where Jane came to stay at the castle for the first time.
    It was a mixture of good smells and bad. Smells of cooked pork fat and other salted meats, followed by the smell of many bodies crammed close together after a long, sweaty, bloody battle in the sky. Amanda had been immediately locked into a small room with a window so tiny she couldn’t fit her arm through it.
    There was a tiny bed, about the size of a pathetic-looking cot she’d once slept on at camp as a kid. There was no bathroom, only a pot in the corner, and she didn’t want to think about the possibility that it was a chamber pot. She wasn’t ready to face that reality just yet, even though she badly had to pee.
    Really badly. It had been hours. She had no idea what was going on out there, and Amanda wanted out of here. She wanted to use the bathroom and she didn’t want to use a chamber pot. If this was real, then she knew for a fact there were bathrooms. They weren’t the modern things she was used to, but there was running hot water and toilets. Hot baths were important for her romance scenes, so those things had to be included.
    She knocked on the heavy wooden door. She had to pound on it with her fist because it actually hurt her knuckles. “Hello? Is anyone out there?” Amanda practically danced on her feet, squeezing her legs together. “I have to use the bathroom! The water room! I need it!”
    She pounded on the door again, but then started glancing back to the chamber pot, weighing the embarrassment of whether or not she should just get it over with and deal with the smell of urine or not.
    She really didn’t want to do that. God, she didn’t want to do it, but if someone didn’t answer the door, she was going to do it. Her hands were already starting to move down to her