Bespelled: A Fae Fantasy Romance (Fae Magic Book 5) by Jessica Aspen

Author:Jessica Aspen [Aspen, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy romance, fantasy romance series, fairy tale romance, urban fantasy romance, sleeping beauty romance, elven romance, &#8226, Romance/paranormal/witches & wizards
Publisher: Abracadabra Publishing
Published: 2019-11-18T16:00:00+00:00

ARDAN WALKED UP THE inner stairs of the Oracle’s tower, sticking close to the wall and away from the steep drop on the other side. Like every other stone piece of this castle the tower had been built for defense. The stairs were narrow, so only one person at a time could go up. And the rope that was the only barrier to his fall was little comfort. It would only take a hard shove and he’d be a pile of broken bones down on the stones of the central floor.

He reached the top and knocked on the door.

“Enter.” The door swung open quietly.

Ardan entered the room. It hadn’t changed from the last time he’d been here. Still packed with books and clutter, it took up the entire second floor of the square tower. The walls were hung with faded tapestries and a screen hid half of the room, curtaining off what he assumed was the old man’s bed.

“So, you’ve returned. Well, I thought you might.” Seated in a rocking chair his wrinkled walnut skin barely seemed to cover his bones. His pointed ears were twice the size of Ardan’s, with tufts of curly white hair sprouting from them like weeds sprouting from rocks. If he’d ever had any hair on the top of his head, it was now long gone, leaving his bald brown pate shining in the candle’s glow.

Far-seeing was typically a human Gift, but once in a while an elvatian was born with the sight. And that’s what the old man was—fae, just like Ardan himself.

Ardan found himself wondering if his own ears would continue to grow, and if he’d ever reach the several thousands of years old he guessed the Oracle to be.

“No. Sorry, my lad. You won’t make it to this age.” The Oracle cracked a smile. “But no one really wants to.” He sighed, his smile fading away. “Now, what’s brought you back? I see you found what you were searching for.”

“No, I didn’t. I’m looking for the Black Queen.”

“But you found the lodestone, didn’t you?”

Ardan gave him a stiff nod. A large crackling fire kept the room at a roasting temperature and he began to sweat under his armor.

“And the lodestone, it led you where?”

“It continues to point to someone who is not the queen.” Ardan leaned in and lowered his voice. “Or is she?”

The Oracle laughed. “I sent you to the right place. Let’s see how you’ve messed up the game.”

Ardan bristled with resentment. “I haven’t messed anything up, I did what you instructed. Now you tell me, where did you go wrong.”

“Patience, boy, patience.” A small round table with a flat bowl of water slid over from the corner to rest next to the old man’s rocking chair. The Oracle made a low humming noise and stuck his finger in the bowl, spinning the water counterclockwise until it had momentum of its own.

He pulled out his finger and looked over the bowl with clouded eyes. “Hmm, I see.”

“What do you see?”

“Well, look for yourself, boy.

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