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We are all leaving the Court in a tense silence, my father and uncle helping Flora get to the ground floor with the help of magic. Honestly, if he wasn’t for her, Daniel might have gotten away with everything. The thought makes chills run down my spine, especially when I get down to stairs just to hear a familiar voice still shouting angrily. I turn my head to the right, noticing Count Elara trying his best to get rid of the guards that are holding him against the wall. I only hope they’ve blocked his magic. The moment the words appear inside my mind, the Count notices us, shutting up for a second, before raging even more loudly. He somehow manages to shake the prison guards off him, heading straight towards us with his hands already glowing. But my father reads his intention and c