“Do you always fly so fast?” Foster asks as he trails me.
“Only when I am angry.”
“What is wrong?”
“Father will not let me leave the castle walls.”
His wide-eyed concern sends me over the edge.
I do not need his pity. I slam the door in his face. I rest my back against the wood and try to catch my breath.
There is a rap on the door. “Are you okay?”
An idea forms in my mind. If I am not watched, I could slip out my window unseen. “I am fine, Foster. It is dark. Go home. I am sure the night guard will be along soon.”
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