Page 1088 of One More Kiss

“Hears about what?” Griselda cut her off as she walked down the steps of the guild.

Just freaking great. I’d wanted to do this on my own terms, but it seemed as though I’d be doing it in front of an audience. Fine.

Hadley’s eyes blazed with fury. “Your fairy here has stolen my prince!”

“The prince is standing right here, and I am not for sale and not for the wishing!” Edan faced Griselda and then Hadley, his expression one of anger.

“Excuse me, Prince, but the princess is a paying client.” Griselda whirled on him. “We are in the business of granting wishes here at the guild.”

“Well,” I interrupted, “not anymore. The king has decreed that Prince Edan is free to marry anyone he chooses, and that person, Griselda, would be me.” I grinned devilishly. “I hereby rescind my wand”—I unsheathed it from my waist and placed it in her hand—“and I no longer wish to be a godmother.”

Griselda sneered and pushed the wand back into my hand. “You cannot give up your wand. It is yours. But I see you are no better than your mother. You cannot fulfil the—”

“That is quite enough,” Edan roared. “Tatiana is nothing like her mother, not that you have ever given her a chance to prove herself. You are unkind and mean-spirited. She is soon to be my wife, and there is nothing you nor the guild can do to change that fact.”

“But he is to be mine, Godmother. Do something!” Princess Hadley stomped her feet like an insolent child.

“I dare you.” I stared Griselda down as she raised her wand. A part of me dared her to wave it, as anger rumbled just beneath the surface. “I no longer fear you or the guild. I am in love. I’m free from this place, with or without your consent. It has been decreed. Go against the king, and I foresee an unpleasant future for you and the Fairy Godmother Guild.

“And Hadley, get a fucking life. Return to your kingdom and grow the hell up.” I pivoted on a heel, dragging a laughing Edan behind me.

I’d never used that dreadful word in my life, but it seemed quite fitting.

And I was pissed. She should be happy that I’d not given her a magical throat punch, like I’d once heard Rumpelstiltskin used during the Boer Wars.

I was getting my happily ever after, and there was nothing Griselda, the fucking princess, nor the guild could do to stop me.

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