Trapped by Clocks and Hearts: An Alice in Wonderland Fairy Tale Romance by S. L. Breaker & S. R. Breaker

Author:S. L. Breaker & S. R. Breaker [Breaker, S. L. & Breaker, S. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Zeta Indie Publishing
Published: 2024-07-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13 - Curiouser

After having washed up from supper, instead of resting, I stalked out of my quarters once again.

I couldn’t sit still. My mind was too busy. Despite it being unlikely that we were in any danger, I was impatient for my magic to renew. I disliked feeling this powerless.

I was relieved the tinkling of teacups and general merriment from downstairs had already dissipated.

Chez was in a hammock hung along the upstairs balcony with his ball of yarn. He looked up as I walked past. “The Duchess has retired for the evening,”

“I didn’t ask.” Wrinkling my nose, I fussed with the itching on my shoulder wound. With my magic strained, I hadn’t bothered to tend to it at all.

Flopping around on his belly, Chez watched me with big, violet eyes. “Curious,” he started. “Back there, at the rainbow? What was that? When Allie got hurt, you…”

I dropped my gaze. “I got hurt too.”

Chez’s eyes seemed to widen at the enormity of the conclusion my statement implied. “You mean if you hadn’t saved her just then—”

“She would be dead,” I said flatly. “Meaning, I would be dead. That woman will quite literally be the death of me.”

Chez shook his head. “Sheesh! Because you carry her heart? Does she know that?”

“And let her know she has that much control over me? Not a chance.” I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. “She is my biggest weakness now. If she gets killed, I will die. I need to protect that damn girl. Assuming I don’t fight off the urge to kill her myself first.”

Chez whistled. “Your enemies will have a field day.”

“That’s why they’re not going to find out.” I gave him a dark glare. “If word spreads, I’ll know it’s you and I will cut off your head. Body or no body.”

Chez put up his paws as if in defeat. “Mum’s the word, my friend.”

I was going to turn and leave but I stopped first. “Chez.”

“Yes?” He was preoccupied with his ball of yarn.

“Are we really friends?”

The yarn ball fell and bounced low on the floor.

Chez’s gaze met mine. He didn’t seem to be quite sure what to make of me. But he narrowed his solemn gaze and nodded noncommittally. “If you like.”

I merely grunted in response before walking away.

Across the grand staircase and to the left of the hall, I was going to walk past Allie’s suite but stopped short at the open doorway.

Allie sat on one end of the plush fabric day couch with a bottle of antiseptic and a pile of clean bandages beside her. The Duchess had provided them to replace the ‘atrocious scraps of cloth’ we had used to bind her wounds.

I didn’t have enough magic to heal her injuries either. But I wasn’t much inclined to ask the Duchess for any more favors, in case she asked another one of me—the nature of which I already knew I wouldn’t be able to grant.

Her lab coat was draped over the armrest. Her sleeves folded up, Allie muttered as she struggled to apply the medicine to her injuries, cursing every so often.

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