Everyone is back on their feet in a tempo. I swipe the hair off my face as a holler comes from the gaping hole in the ceiling. My gaze scans the room. One, two, three, four, and a sister. No rabbit, but I have a genie and a broom. So who...
Charming hits the ground, with Hamish and Eugene landing on his chest. He grins at Gwyneth. “I followed you.”
He’s speaking normally at least, even if he’s cradling my capons as he stands. They cluck happily. I have not lost my capons to this prince. I won’t hear of it. He can borrow them.
Gwyneth pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs. “Why?”
“In case you are in need of a prince to rescue you,” he declares as he pushes out his chest.
My sister glares at him. “Can we send him back?”
The genie glances at me. Nope, I’m not risking a wish to get rid of an idiot prince.
“He’ll have to come with us,” I grumble.
Charming grins like it’s the best news he’s ever heard.
I spin in the small room. Framed pictures of unusual creatures decorate the walls. They shimmer with magic, and their eyes follow us as we scan the room. A frown deepens on my face.
“There’s no door,” I realize, as the hole above our heads closes, sealing us inside.
Gwyneth strides around, touching the walls before falling to her knees.
“No, there is a door,” she whispers. “It’s just very, very small.”
“At least they provided refreshments,” Charming adds as he swipes a bottle off a table in the corner. He cocks a brow as he turns the label around. “Drink me? Don’t mind if I do.”
He downs the suspicious liquid, and nobody moves to stop him. If anyone is going to succumb to a fate, it should be him. He’s uninvited.
He clutches his chest and a tempo later, his face ripples like there are bugs under his skin.
Genie gasps. “That’s horrid.”
Charming’s eyes bulge, and he morphs before our eyes.
“Is he getting smaller?” Gwyneth whispers.
I glance at the tiny door. Figures.
Charming gets smaller, his clothes shrinking with him. Good, because l do not need to see his mini Charming.
He looks up. “Why are you all so big?” he squeaks.
“Aww, look at him. He’s almost cute,” I muse. “I think I prefer him this way. Of course, it means his mini Charming is even smaller.” I wiggle my little finger, which is bigger than his entire body.
“Please do not speak of his mini Charming,” Gwyneth grumbles.
“That’s not what you said during our night of passion,” Charming says.
All eyes swing to Gwyneth. Their what of what?
She scowls at him. “He’s talking about the night I faked it.”
My shoulders relax. For a hot tempo, I thought he’d actually seduced my sister.
“You faked it?” He gasps. “I specifically remember you shouting how big I was.”
“That part is true,” she agrees. “Had to make the kingdom believe it.”
