Charming is now a capon.
Chapter
Seven
“Are you okay?” Gwyneth asks as she rushes over and scans me from head to toe before spinning me around and running her hands over my back. Sir Sweeps-A-Lot flies into the room and brushes against my shoulder.
“I’m about to rename you Sir Snitch-A-Lot,” I grumble as Gwyneth spins me around. Her fingers poke at the bloody hole in my dress.
“What happened?” Nash demands.
I shrug like it’s nothing, but the truth is, no matter the amount of times I’ve been accidentally injured, being targeted purposefully is entirely different.
“Malice, the girl who possessed my body, stabbed me before she stole my sword and came through the mirror.”
The sword in question hums with power, and my fingers twitch with the need to reunite. Sadly, the temporary parting didn’t break the link between us, and now my judgy sword needs reassurance.
My capons plonk their asses on my feet like a pair of slippers. I wonder who is in charge of Hamish right now? They need a cute name. Charmish or Haming?
Hart staggers to his feet as he overcomes his pain.
“I healed my fair Deborah,” Eron declares. The name confusion brings a smile to my face, but also sadness, knowing his distortion is a symptom of the missing shards Malice is holding hostage.
I give him a thumbs up, which makes him blush.
“Excuse me, I need to deal with the evil one,” Eron declares before he disappears.
“Anything else you need to tell us?” Theo growls as he circles the room, looking a split tempo away from devouring me.
I tilt my chin up and fold my arms. “I retrieved the sword,” I point out in case they missed the fact that I accomplished my mission. They celebrated with Malice like she was their queen. Where is my appreciation? “Also, I did a spell in prison.”
Malachi, who has been silent up to this point, steps closer and raises a brow. “You’re a witch now?”
I scowl at him. “How did you come to that conclusion?”
Charmish aggressively pecks my boot.
“You did a spell,” Malachi says.
I blink and then shiver as the cold, damp air that surrounded me in the prison seems to wrap around me. “Oh! No, I meant I spent some time in the dungeons.”
“Voluntarily?” Nash wonders.
It’s a fair question. I end up in some odd places. I shake my head. “There was some confusion over who was responsible for Eron’s injuries.”
“Eron?” Gwyneth asks as she tilts her head.
“Our mirror man. Funny story—he’s actually the Land of Reflection’s king.”
Her mouth falls open, and snaps closed. My world is once more right when I’ve made my sister speechless.
“And Charming?” Theo asks. He’s still keeping his distance, as if he doesn’t trust himself not to ravage me where I stand. Damn the audience.
I point at the capon. “Prince Poopfloof is in there. You need to get him back to his body in the next turn, or he’ll be stuck forever.”
Gwyneth’s lips twitch. She’s seriously contemplating leaving him to his fate.
“What was he doing in the Land of Reflection?” Hart grumbles. “I doubt he suddenly found his chivalry and was there to aid your efforts.”
