The Kingpin of Camelot (A Kinda Fairytale Book 3) by Cassandra Gannon

Author:Cassandra Gannon [Gannon, Cassandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Star Turtle Publishing
Published: 2017-07-30T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

At any time, any portion of this Contract may be renegotiated by the parties, to reflect their current and/or changing circumstances. Both parties must agree to the changes, without duress, or the Contract cannot be altered.

Once altered, the changes will be binding. Unless they want to alter it again.

Clause 14- Renegotiation of the Contract

Gwen checked on Avalon at least three times a night, so it didn’t take her long to realize her daughter was missing. When she saw that Avi’s ridiculously pink bedroom was empty, panic seized Gwen’s heart.

“Avalon?” She yanked open the jam-packed closet, looked under the overwrought canopy bed, peered behind the gigantic dollhouse in the corner, and searched beneath the ever-growing mountains of toys that Midas wasn’t supposed to be buying, but the little girl was nowhere to be seen.

What if the Scarecrow had her?

Gwen turned and dashed from the room, heading for the massive staircase. “Avalon!” She raced downstairs, her eyes scanning for the familiar mop of messy curls. “Avalon!” Her gaze fell on Trystan who was leaning against the wall, whittling on a piece of blackened wood with a machete-sized knife.

That son of a bitch was supposed to be watching her daughter!

Furious and frightened beyond imagining, she advanced on the gryphon. “Where is my baby!?” She would rip his wings off with her bare hands if…

The sound of Avalon’s laughter cut through Gwen’s terror like a bucket of cold water. She nearly sobbed with relief, dashing for Midas’ office. The door was partially open so she could see that Avalon was safe and sound, sitting on one of Midas’ gaudy chairs.

“Oh thank God.” She braced one hand against the door jam, trying to calm down. She didn’t want to let Avalon see her so upset. She covered her eyes with her other palm, barely holding back tears. Avi was safe. That was all that mattered.

“The child wanted Midas to tell her a bedtime story.” Trystan reported from behind her.

“A bedtime story?” Gwen repeated incredulously, her heart still hammering in her chest.

“A ‘nice’ one.” He sneered out the word. “Apparently, suffering prisoners are not suitable, no matter how amusing their broken limbs are to witness.”

Gwen had no idea what that meant. “Midas is supposed to be ignoring Avi. It’s all outlined in Clause 3 of the Contract- ‘Care and Protection of Avalon Pendragon.’”

“That child is impossible to ignore. Believe me.” He refocused on his whittling. “I finally realized it’s easier just to choose a damn doll, rather than listen to her nag.”

That muttered complaint actually diverted Gwen’s attention for a beat. “You played dolls with Avalon?” The gryphon was --without question-- the scariest man she’d ever met. The scarred wings were like something out of a nightmare and his arms were the size of tattooed tree trunks. It was hard to picture him sitting on the floor of that frilly pink room and accessorizing tiny fashion outfits.

Trystan sent Gwen a glower. “It was not ‘playing.’ It is training. We reenacted epic battles of old.”

“Oh.” What else was she supposed to say to that?

He kept talking, not convinced that she fully understood.

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