"Your father is right," Amelia added as she walked into the throne room, the two lesser Feys flying high into the room while Dad and I calmed ourselves. The first thing I noticed was the bags under her eyes, an indication that she was feeling the same stress I have been. I might not directly control the DMLE – even though they listen to every order I give – but it was nice to know I wasn’t the only one feeling the pressure of our positions. "The silence is worrying, I agree," she added when she stood in front of Dad and I. "but what more can we do? We have sent patrols to look for any hideouts or base of operations; their death magic makes it incredibly hard to find them, as I’m sure you are aware of."