Page 23 of Lady Tamsyn and the Pixie's Curse
Tamsyn struggled to follow his meaning. “My father—do you ask if he believes in magic?” She waved her hand. “In ghosts and pixies?” She laughed. “My father believes in rank, connections and poundnotes.”
Tuft threw up a hand. “Then I cannot protect him. Can you convince him? Use your new Sight to help him openhiseyes?”
“I . . . Icouldtry.”
“You must try, and you must succeed. Open his eyes and then bring him to me. If he comes with his heart still closed then he will not see me—and I will be able to do nothing.” He made a shooing motion. “Go now, and hurry. And keep him away fromthatman.”
Her heart pounded with fear and determination. She turned to Gryff. “Let’sgo?”
He held out his hand and she took it—and was surprised to see the shadows of evening stretching through the glade. She glanced back—and the clearing wasempty.
Together, they turned and headed back toKeyvnor.
