The hard impact caused her neck vertebrae to crack and the skin on her elbows to sting as she tried to cushion her unexpected fall.

Temi smiled sadly, realizing that now both of them (Temi and Thea) were in a similar situation, but in her case she was going for it purposefully.

Unexpectedly for herself, she screamed loudly and screamed when she felt her body move after the creeping vine and looking back, she experienced genuine horror when the vine began to pull her deep into the thickness of the hedge, as if bricking her alive.

She began to resist with all her might, ignoring the torn skin and bleeding wounds. Her voice trembled and manifested itself as a heart-rending scream, but inside the maze, every sound seemed to be absorbed by a living leafy mass, not allowing her to go beyond to be heard by her companions.

At that moment, she really felt fear and despair. Had she miscalculated? 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Instead of a bright green shade, the whips that bit into the skin on her hands began to turn purple, as if absorbing her blood, while she herself began to feel slightly dizzy, which in itself was a very alarming bell.

Clinging to the branches with her nails, she tried to pull them away from herself, but faced absolute defeat. Resisting, the vines dug even harder into her body, pulling prayer cries out of her throat when she called for help from at least someone, at least someone who could hear her now.

Already half-submerged in the bloodthirsty hedge, she stained everything around her with her blood, continuing to scream with all her might until her voice began to weaken noticeably, and tears welled up in her eyes from her own shameful defeat.

How was she even going to fight Lillian when she couldn’t even handle a magic vine? If only she could do magic in this place....

She scolded Raphael in her mind for creating this deadly weapon that absorbs any magic except his own.

A soft rustle caught her attention and she instantly turned her head, noticing Dexter leaning against a living wall a couple of meters away from her.

She wanted to burst into tears of happiness at that moment, but his cruel piercing gaze, full of contempt and anger, directed at her, told her that she was not safe yet.

- Dexter... - she whispered in a trembling voice, trying to reach out to him, but immediately that hand was pulled more tightly to her torso by a twig wrapped around her wrist. – Please help me...

But instead of rushing to help in this situation, he just stood and watched as liana pulled her deeper into the wall until her body sank inside up to her rib cage.

- Please. - She pleaded almost desperately. – It’s me, Thea.

She resorted to the last trick that could get him to help her and it worked.

He jerked and tore his back off the wall, in a second he was in front of her and towering to the height of his height.

Dexter plunged his hand deep into the hedge and grabbed the girl by the throat, hard and rough. She could literally feel his razor-sharp claws on her skin, grazing and scratching her. He showed no mercy to the petite and defenseless girl.

He was incredibly angry and angry when he smelled a strong smell of blood coming from the maze, and then heard a call for help.

He was still reeling from the attack on Amanda when suddenly someone tried to enter the palace.

Who dared?

He will destroy anyone who encroaches on the safety of the castle and its inhabitants.

Taking off from his seat, he found himself in the same corridor in which the girl was captured in the blink of an eye. But more than that, a platinum-colored crown decorated with a scattering of diamonds shone brightly on her head.

He couldn’t remember any honored guests waiting in Abion....

This angered him even more, because the witches had become more sophisticated and cunning in their tricks, and he could not allow his mind to waver and allow himself to be drugged.

The tight grip on her slender neck tightened until the girl began to wheeze and her eyes were bloodshot.

How does she even know his name? And how could she call herself Princess Thea?

He cursed and forcefully pulled his hand away from her neck as soon as he felt the warmth of her blood on his fingers. He grabbed her by the corset of her dress and roughly pulled her out of the liana’s captivity, allowing her to fall to her knees on the ground.

- You have exactly one minute to tell me the truth about who you are and what you’re doing here, otherwise, I won’t stop this place from becoming your grave. - He said it coldly.

She coughed and wheezed, clutching at her throat, which was finally free from the clutches of the vampire. The stinging wounds and her own blood didn’t bother her at all at that moment, which she couldn’t say about the hard gaze of the vampire turned on her.

- My people are there. Behind the wall. Bring them here and I’ll tell you everything. – She croaked.

The vampire laughed, sending a wave of goosebumps down her spine.

- So you’re not alone here, witch? - He hissed in disgust, and the toe of his boot touched the fingers on her hand while she was on all fours. – Answer the question.

With this order, he stepped on her hand and Artemis screamed in sharp pain, writhing.

- You know, you don’t have to say anything. - He suddenly blurted out, literally not giving her a moment to start talking. – A couple of days in the interrogation chamber and you’ll be begging to be listened to.

He roughly grabbed her by the corset of her dress from behind and yanked her along, causing her to fall and flounder without being able to get up. He dragged her like a sack of potatoes and it was humiliating, but she had no strength to resist, and moreover, she dreamed of getting out of the maze as soon as possible so that her magic could work again.

He literally threw her out on the inner territory of the palace and she slipped on the hem of her dress for several meters before stopping and trying to get up at least on all fours.