Chapter 43: I do
Mia burst into her master’s bedroom, ignoring everyone she passed and bounding straight onto the bed. Roberto and the others exchanged worried looks, silently praying whatever trouble she carried would pass quickly.
On her master’s private floor, she shut the door, threw the bolt, and dove onto his bed before seizing his pillow, burrowing her small nose into it, and nuzzling deep.
Ah, Master’s scent—so sharp, so perfect! With this I can beat anyone!
Jett had doubted she could maintain the forest’s dominion from inside the mansion, but Mia believed his scent was the last ingredient she needed. The instant she learned she could enter this room, she knew victory was within reach, though jealousy still gnawed at her that someone outside had caught her master’s eye. It was a miracle she remained so graceful and poised while a storm of emotions tore at her heart.
Master is in the throes of youthful desire. He may cast His gaze upon many ladies, yet when the tumult subsides only a chosen few shall remain at His side—and I shall be foremost among them. I must not fail Him!
Clutching that resolve, Mia curled around the pillow and re‑threaded her mind into the Artemis Forest. The canopy rippled with her emotions; branches twisted into spears that whistled as they formed, others snapped taut like living bowstrings, and at her silent command an emerald storm of wooden javelins tore outward, skewering scores of lizards so violently that sap and blood sprayed in mingled sheets.
The blue reptiles ignored the carnage and pressed the human and fairy lines, dragging half‑alive warriors to the fetid swamps and packing them into the mud.
As the victims’ auras flickered, Mia sensed something wrong, jolted upright, and sprinted to the window overlooking the front grounds where the fallen humans writhed.
This is it—that’s the answer!