Breaking His Spell by Foster Bridget Cassidy

Author:Foster Bridget Cassidy [Cassidy, Foster Bridget]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781950412433
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

I FIDGETED OUTSIDE Yarling’s door. Last night, this had seemed a bad idea. Now, sober, it seemed catastrophic. Why had I let Franik bully me into dancing with the prince? My earlier determination evaporated. Apprehension filled me. The threat of Prince Yarling’s magic abilities made me want to run and hide in my room. The wine had tempered my fear. Now I trembled remembering his power.

“Here you are.”

I spun. Desian walked toward me, a happy stride.

“I wish you would have stayed at the banquet longer last night. I wanted an opportunity to speak to you.”

He reached me, placed an arm around my shoulder and led me to the next room down the hall. Desian waved his hand and I felt the rush of power leave him as he broke down the barrier. He pushed the door open and gestured me inside.

“W-what do you want?” I wished I’d been able to keep from stuttering. I had no reason to be afraid of a familiar.

“Just to discuss the details,” Desian answered with a smile. “Please, have a seat.”

I glanced around the room. Though the space reminded me of Roberta’s quarters, with books and magical equipment spaced throughout, it also had its own flair. A heavy scent of dirt and mud hung in the air. The den of a dragon, no doubt. Instead of a bed, a stack of pillows lay in the corner. He must sleep in his other form. Sunlight spilled in through the open windows, bringing with it the soft breeze from outside.

I sat at a table, Desian taking the seat opposite.

“So,” he said. He waved his arm and a pitcher and two cups zoomed toward us. He caught the pitcher, and the cups landed gracefully on the table. “Coffee?”

I shook my head. I didn’t want to drink anything this creature had to offer.

He poured a cup for himself, then took a slow sip. “Alma Klint, I know you are being coerced into this course of action.”

“It is pretty obvious,” I told him dryly.

Desian nodded. “My point exactly. You see, you are here to play a part—a potential suitor for the prince. Naturally, the whole palace is gossiping about your kiss. How you healed the prince with true love.”

I groaned and lowered my face into my hands. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“I know you didn’t. Which is why I feel sorry for you. I will help, as much as I can.”

I looked up at him. “How?”

“Since everyone sees you as courting the prince, they will believe with little effort. However, Antonio is aware of the prince’s feelings for him. He won’t think Yarling capable of switching allegiances so easily. You need to be believable.”

“But, how? I’m an Alma, not a trained stage actor.”

“That’s where I come in. My dear Yarling informed me you know about me. I had thought something listening in on mine and Roberta’s conversation the other day. You’ll have to show me what you did.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I’m going to do a favor for you, so you can do one for me.

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