Chapter 93

Ayla opened her eyes. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“I think you know exactly what I am talking about. I have seen your type of magic before, but it is not from here. No, your magic is special, and those that can wield it are from another race. But you appear to be human and not—”

Ayla’s heart pounded fast as she said, interrupting Atlas, “I don’t have magic.”

“I think I understand why the Seeker is after you,” Atlas commented, and Ayla glanced at him. He toyed with one of his lip piercings for a moment. “You remind me of someone I met a long time ago. Who was your father?”

Ayla frowned. How could Atlas have met King Amul? Before she could say something, the Seeker appeared in front of them. The horses stopped running, reared up on their back legs, and neighed. Ayla was not a skilled rider, and she fell from Spirit. The other horses almost stepped on her, but she used her magic to protect herself until she got away from their deadly hooves.

“Ayla!” Rhobart yelled. He