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“Touch her and die, vermin!” the king roars, the sword pointed at the Naga.
The Naga flinches away from the sword. The king thrusts his palm toward him and sends him flying.
All the Naga are starting to slither away in panic. The king pulls my arm, and I stumble back into the carriage.
“Mackinel!” he howls. “Let’s go! Top speed!”
“Y-yes, Sire!” the driver stumbles.
The whipcracksand the horses cry out and start hurtling forward. The king slams the door, and the carriage keeps barreling along. He huffs a breath and looks around at me.
“Are you alright?” he asks. “Did they hurt you?”
“N-no, they didn’t,” I answer.
He nods and then sits down next to me on the seat. There’s so little room with both of us on here that his warm thigh presses up against my leg. A deep shiver runs up through me.
He’s breathing a little heavily and looks over to me.
“That’s why it’s dangerous,” he says. “They didn’t even know who you—whowewere since I used the most discreet carriage. Imagine if they knew who you were.”
I nod gravely.
“Don’t ever leave without me,” he orders.
“I won’t,” I say.
Unlike last time I agreed to that, I mean it. We sit in silence for the rest of the journey back to Eyston Keep, but I can’t help but enjoy the feeling of him sitting right next to me, his leg pressed against mine.
Chapter 12 - Vicmar
As soon as we walk back into the castle, I call over a nearby guard.
“Prepare one of the guest bedrooms for Ebelor,” I order.
“Yes, Sire.”
She looks up at me with that softer gaze. She’s been doing that since the carriage. I turn to her.
“Follow him to your new room,” I tell her. “We shall merely prepare it for tonight, but later on, we can change it around to your tastes.”
“Thank you…” She says quietly.
“If you’d come with me, Ma’am,” the guard says to her.
She nods and starts walking off behind him. As she leaves, Bruamin approaches me.
“Sire,” he says. “The witch is waiting in the West wing.”
“Ah, excellent.”
Finally. We’d best get this done as quickly as we can.
***
When I walk into the West wing, into the drawing-room, the witch stands, ethereal as always, in the center of the room. As I walk in, she turns and smiles lightly at me.
“My king… what makes you call me from my dimension?”
