Page 105 of Beauty's Beast

As I must forgive my own mother.

Slowly, the hours of night turned to day.

Leyla and Lilia brought her a tray, but she had no appetite.

Edith came in to see if there was aught she could do.

Kristine refused help with Erika. She bathed her daughter, dressed her in a clean gown. Conscious of the minutes quickly ticking away, she kissed each tiny finger and toe, caressed her daughter’s cheeks, stroked the fine silk of her hair.

Too soon, the clock chimed the quarter hour and it was time to go meet the witch.

Kristine wrapped her daughter in a blanket and then, with Caddaric and Edith following her, she made her way to the dungeon.

Erik howled when he saw her. The feral cry tore at her heart. As clearly as if he had spoken, she heard his words in her mind:No, Kristine. You must not do this.But it was the only way to save him.

Caddaric unlocked the cell and they all stepped inside, closing the door so Erik could not get out. Caddaric slipped a collar over Erik’s head and attached a thick rope, and then they formed a circle around Erik. Caddaric glanced at each of them, then lifted his arms and began to chant.

Darkness surrounded Kristine. She clutched Erika close to her breast, her senses reeling.

When she came to herself again, she was standing in front of the altar in the chapel. Edith and Caddaric stood beside her.

Kristine glanced around, then looked at Caddaric. “Where is Erik?”

“In the cellar.”

A moment later, the priest entered the chapel.

Kristine hugged her daughter and then, blinking back her tears, she handed the child to the priest. No sooner had she done so than she felt a dark sense of foreboding.

Between one thought and the next, Charmion stood before them. Her dark gaze swept over the child in the priest’s arms. “Give her to me.”

“Not until Erik stands here before me as a man,” Kristine said.

“The child first.”

“No,” Kristine said. “Caddaric, take us home. We waste our time here.”

Charmion glared at Kristine, her gaze malevolent. “Where is the beast?”

“Erik is in the cellar.”

“Summon him.”

Caddaric waved his hand and Erik stood before them, teeth bared, hackles raised. He crouched, a growl rising in his throat. Caddaric quickly grabbed the rope affixed to the wolf’s collar to keep him from lunging at the witch.

“Change him,” Kristine demanded.

“I cannot,” Charmion said. Evil laughter filled the air as she plucked the child from the arms of the priest and quickly murmured a spell that bound them together. “Try to harm me,” she said to Caddaric, “and you harm the child.”

Kristine looked at Caddaric. “What is she saying? You said her magic would be of no effect in a sacred place!”

“I am sorry, Kristine. This is something I did not foresee.”

“What are you saying?”

“Her evil is of no effect, but the spell she has cast is not evil. It is a spell of protection and she has used it to bind the child to her. Any harm that befalls her now befalls the child as well.”

“No.” Kristine shook her head. “No!”

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