The sound of her name quelled the sudden murderous bloodlust inside Atalanta. Conversations that seemed ages past echoed in her head. I did everything in my power, your Majesty, truly. I don’t know where they went.
The bruised red-haired boy spoke. “Princess Atalanta, my name is Michael Avalon, prince and first heir of—”
“You are the humans come to save me, yes?” said Atalanta. “You survived Thetis and his vampire horde.”
“Uh,” stammered Michael, momentarily thrown, and then a proud grin spread on his face, “yes,...
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