Amaris remained silent for several seconds after waking.
Her mind was still trying to process everything she had seen.
Nynir.
Draumur.
The strange visions of her past and future.
The black crystal temple.
The chains.
And the man with crimson eyes who had called himself her third mate.
Azalea watched her anxiously.
"Princess?"
Amaris slowly turned toward her.
"I met someone."
Azalea frowned.
"Someone?"
"The Sea God."
Azalea's eyes widened.
"Nynir?"
Amaris nodded.
"He found me in Draumur—the world of dreams."
Azalea stared at her in disbelief.
"You went to Draumur?"
"I didn't exactly choose to go there. It happened while I was unconscious. I met Nynir there, and he helped me understand something about myself."
"What did he tell you?"
Amaris sat up slowly. Her head still felt heavy, but she forced herself to concentrate.
"I told him I wanted my original body back."
Azalea nodded.
"You did say that before."
"But that wasn't actually what I wanted most."
