Lovely. As if this night couldn’t get any worse.
“I want to go to sleep,” I declared.
He regarded me for a moment before stepping back. “Of course. We are setting off early tomorrow.”
“You might want to...” I paused and hiccuped. “Stretch your thighs. Good night.”
Crown Prince Bennett let me pass without a word.
Serena helped me to bed when I returned to my room. I locked the door when she left in case Dominic decided to test me again.
With my room secure, I let sleep take me.
17
“So? How was it?” Giselleasked as we rattled along the dirt road. The last spire of Huntington Abbey had disappeared behind the forest an hour ago. We set off early—the sun was just now making its appearance, streaming watery beams into the carriage.
I pressed my fingers to my temple, trying to fight down my nausea and headache. But no matter how hard my head pounded, it was nothing compared to the joy I felt knowing I’d never have to see Isabelle or Lady Huntington again. “How was what?”
“Dancing the night away with the crown prince, of course,” she said, flashing me a smile.
“We didn’t dance.”
Giselle made an exasperated noise. “Great. It’s not like I made you two matching outfits for a reason.”
Thick fir trees rolled past the window. “There’s more to this tour than making appearances,” I said, petting Pippin’s ears. He had insisted on riding in here, much to Misty’s chagrin. But currently she was asleep and couldn’t throw a hissy fit about his presence.
Giselle grunted. “Well, most of it is. It’s unlikely you’re going to personally visit every witch-owned shop in the kingdom like before. How did that go, by the way?”
I gave her a sidelong glance. “The crown prince didn’t tell you?”
“Not the gritty details,” she said. “Besides, from what Ulysses said, you handled it pretty well.”
Giselle, I figured, was not one to let go of a subject once she brought it up. I filled her in on our conversation with William, though reluctantly.
“My, my. If you weren’t going to be crown princess you certainly have a future as a business owner,” she said, pulling an embroidery hoop from her bag. “It was a good thing William was one of the nice ones, otherwise he wouldn’t have taken well to the crown prince’s suggestion.”
