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realization. The sky jewel.
    Matias swiped at his head, and Aaric ducked just in time, wind whistling overhead.
    The king was panting as heavily as Aaric, his face tense with concentration and anger. Even with Adaryn’s help, they were at a stalemate. It was a matter of who tired first—and Aaric’s arms felt like they were getting heavier by the second.
    The door banged open, and Aaric’s heart sank. They wouldn’t be able to fight off any guards that came to Matias’ rescue.
    Bran stepped into his view, and for the first time, Aaric was overjoyed to see the tall nomad.
    Adaryn quickly moved out of the way to make room for Bran, who already had a sword in hand, blue fire flickering on the edges.
    He leapt in where Adaryn had stood and within a few moments disarmed Matias and held the point of the blade at his throat. Matias was breathing hard, glaring daggers at the people around him, hate twisting his features.
    “So it’s war, is it?” Matias glared at Aaric. “Adaryn said you came from the North. The city of Ruis wants to take control of the South, I see.”
    “This has nothing to do with Ruis, Matias.” Sirius entered the room, along with several members of the Guild. Bran didn’t move, his sword still at Matias’ throat, but Aaric turned to look at the older man. Sirius looked furious, his mustache practically bristling.
    “Your rule is over, Matias,” Sirius continued, two particularly large Guild members flanking him. “You’re done terrorizing the people for your own selfish needs. The good people of Sen Altare have overrun your palace, and ousted your guards.” Matias’ face was unreadable. He merely stood there, his chin up and arms crossed.
    Aaric turned to search for the sky jewel, but couldn’t see it. His heart began to thud. Where did it go? He heard female voices conversing and glanced up to see Adaryn and Miss Grace just a few feet away.
    “Hand it over, Grace, I know you have it.”
    The blonde woman sniffed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    Adaryn hissed angrily. “Yes, you do, you liar. I saw you take it!”
    The sky jewel. Thank heaven. Aaric strode over to face the blonde woman, leaving Sirius and Matias behind. “Miss Grace,” he whispered hurriedly. “Please. I need the sky jewel badly.”
    Miss Grace pouted prettily, tossing her blonde curls over her shoulders.
    “Please?” Aaric said earnestly. He knew Adaryn was ready to wrestle the woman to the ground and take it by force, but hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
    Miss Grace looked at him a moment before sighing regretfully. “I suppose you do need it more than I do. It really is quite pretty, though.”
    She reached down the front of her dress and pulled out the blue shard. Aaric felt his ears burn as she passed it to him. Adaryn growled, folding her arms and glaring at Grace.
    Aaric looked down at the jewel. It appeared to be made of glass. It was a nearly opaque blue and glowed with a pulsating light in its center.
    “That’s it.” Adaryn peered at the stone. “I can feel it. Shades alive, that’s why Matias was so unbelievably powerful.”
    “Mr. Wright,” Sirius called. Aaric hastily stuffed the stone in his pocket and turned to face the Guild leader. He’d been so distracted that only now he realized Matias and Bran were nowhere to be seen.
    “Your friend helped escort the prisoner to the dungeons,” Sirius replied when Aaric asked about Bran’s whereabouts. The Guild leader looked around the chamber, obviously liking what he saw. “I suppose I shall stay here for a while, until we can get new leadership figured out.”
    Aaric hid his smile. He had no doubt who Sirius meant by that.
    Several minutes later, Aaric, Adaryn, and Miss Grace left, returning to the Guild. Adaryn looked exhausted. Miss Grace did too, but that didn’t stop her from chattering nonstop.
    “Bran played his part perfectly. Setting fire to the stables wasn’t something I would have thought of, but it caused quite