My embarrassment seemed to be fun to him. I forcefully shoved it down and looked him in the eyes, not wanting to give into him in any way.
“I want to leave,” I said to him slowly as if he didn’t understand words.
“Leave?” he asked with an amused chuckle. “This is your home, Princess. You are with your own people!”
“You are not my people!” I shouted at him; my nerves fried.
Calm down, Mara!!! My brain screamed at me. Remember the flying through the sky thing?
“Of course, we are! How do you explain being able to transport through the sacred circles? Only Draygons can survive them. So, you have to be a descendant of the princess.”
I cocked an eyebrow at him. “How many of these circles are there?”
“Every clan has one. It was built by the first of our kind once they understood the magick,” one of the girls behind him spoke up.
Sólas turned on her and growled. She immediately stepped back in line and bowed her head, whimpering.