Damn you, guardian angel! Do you want to be fired for real?! I swallow thickly. I won’t get murdered in a royal palace, right? When is Mesilla getting here? “Pure silver,” His voice snaps me from my thoughts “How did you get this little trinket?” I narrow my eyes “Who are you?” He raises his bro
“Really, I haven’t been gone for long enough that everyone has forgotten my face.” He turns around to face the guards and Mesilla The color fades from their faces, and all three of them drop to their knees. “Your Highness!” One of the guards stammers “Forgive us— No, punish us as you see fit—” Wa
Dinner is… interesting. When Andrea and I came down, we found the fourth prince in animated discussion with Zen, who looked simultaneously surprised and uncomfortable. Well, I suppose being called the ‘Lord of Murder’ is weird for anyone. I chew forlornly at my food, my thoughts still preoccupied
The bedchamber is different from anything I’d imagined. Scented candles flicker at strategic places, painting the room in hues of soft gold. The bed is a huge, circular mattress piled with soft looking covers, in place of the head board is a circular mirror, rimmed with gold. Above the bed is a she
We’re meeting everyone else involved in the curse’s investigation, tomorrow. And I did tell the fourth prince that I’ll help. Like Zen said, there’s a lot to discuss. By the time I’m back in the bed chamber, Zen is lying on the long couch, boots set neatly aside and eyes close. A tick of annoyance
“My House was framed for allying with witch covens, Dinah.” I still, all thoughts evaporating from my mind. A family a witch hunters, framed for allying with witches? “That makes no sense.” I blurt out “Who would believe that?” He lets out a long breath, looking at the fire crackling in the heart
Zen stares at me for a long moment, his expression inscrutable. Then his shoulders shake, and a chuckle escapes him, catching me completely off guard. My mouth falls open at that, and I gape at him. Zen can laugh, I think distantly, like a complete moron. Of course he can. Everyone can laugh. Stil
“Shouldn’t you sleep, My Lady?” Zen asks me “It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.” I shake my head “It’s necessary to know for sure what I can and can’t read. Since no one here knows what to do, there must be some research going on? Some library with records of curses?” Zen nods at that, “There m