Page 70 of Enchanted Heir
As we walked the forest back to the castle, I took it in as if seeing it for the first time. Though the day had given me no answers in terms of what was in my blood, it had at least led me to the realization the forest had to have some sort of magic. And maybe if I could figure out how it’s magic worked, I could figure out how to get it unstuck.
Easton was waiting at the back hedge for us when we returned. Apparently, Krew and I were being beckoned to dinner that night. Krew had been right. The king must have heard about Krew and Keir’s scuffle.
I stopped entirely, my chest heaving as I looked around.
“Jorah?” Krew asked.
I sighed. “Sound barrier please.”
Easton was the one to oblige me, his bronze magic encircling us. I noted the color and thought this might have been the first time Easton had ever used magic in my presence.
Turning to Krew’s eyes, I knew I needed to say what I was thinking before I lost the nerve. “I think you should tell your father about my blood. Or give him some. Like Keir suggested.”
Krew shook his head. “We don’t have to rush the decision. Now we know that there isn’t anything too out of the norm besides a slightly elevated iron count in your blood, we know there isn’t much he will find should he get your blood.”
“Exactly. So give it to him. Get him distracted.”
Krew shrugged. “We are distracting him already with these fake letters from the neighboring countries, Jorah. It isn’t the only way to distract him.”
“Yes, but we can play nice until we get close enough to jab his eyeballs out,” I said with frustration.
Owen snorted. “Honey, we are not that far into your training yet. Also not the most efficient way to take him out.”
I walked over to Krew, ignoring the other two entirely. “Your father is going to think your scuffle with Keir was about me. So let him. But then tell him that Keir hadn’t realized how valuable I was and tell him about my blood.”
“This doesn’t need to be done right now,” Krew argued. “Plus, I am not certain once he knows about your blood in the forest that he will allow you to ever leave this castle.”
“And you think I will just walk out of here knowing you are going to try to get yourself killed?”
“Valid point,” Owen muttered.
“He doesn’t deserve your help,” Krew snapped. “You shouldn’t spare him one drop of your blood or spare him a single smile. He’s done absolutely nothing to deserve it.”
“But he’s going to find out anyway.” I gestured with my hands; exasperation heard in my tone. “I’d rather just get it over with.”
Krew sighed. “Can we just get through tonight and the ball tomorrow, then decide?”
“Fine,” I snapped. “But if we are going to use this to our advantage, time is of the essence.”
Krew just stared me down for a moment or two, both of us breathing heavy and frustrated.
“That went well,” Owen whispered to me as we finally turned to walk inside.
I sent him a glare that had him quieting down.
As soon as we were back to Krew’s wing, Owen rang for Silvia and I hopped in the shower. What a day. I’d been hopeful and nervous that morning we would figure out some information which could help us. Instead, I felt just as helpless as ever.
* * *
Wearing a fancy emerald gown,I was ready for the dinner, though I wasn’t hungry in the least bit. I just wanted to get this and the ball over with. I honestly would prefer training with Owen over the ball the following day, and that was saying something.
Krew had showered, dressed, and then disappeared, saying he’d return before dinner.
Silvia had long since left me as I continued waiting for Krew. I was reading in the comfy chair by the fireplace while Owen dozed on the couch. Just when I thought Krew’d never show, the door opened. I put the book I was attempting and failing to read on the table next to the chair and moved to stand. But before I was even done, there he was. Sitting on the footrest before me.
“I am sorry, Jorah.”
My eyebrows went up.
