“For what?” Evelyn asked.
He pressed his palms together in front of him, fingers pointed toward Evelyn. His eyes began to glow gold. Slowly, he separated his hands and the same golden light emerged between them. The light writhed and formed a sphere the size of a cantaloupe.
Evelyn couldn’t take her eyes off the light that seemed alive. “What is it?”
Haydn shook his head but said, “I’ll show you how to do it.”
Then Evelyn was outside, dancing with Haydn in a courtyard under the bright stars and full moon. She wore a flowy, black sheath dress that was nothing like yesterday’s huge ballgown. They were surrounded by dozens of other dancing couples.
The song ended, but Haydn held her tight. “Keep dancing with me. I’m not sharing you, Princess.”
“You said I wouldn’t be a princess here,” Evelyn reminded him.
“Then I’ll call youmine.”
Everything changed again, and this time Evelyn was lying naked in a bed. Haydn was on top of her, kissing her neck. He had one hand in her hair while his other palm cupped her breast. She could feel him thrusting between her legs and she moaned, which only made him go faster.
“Oh, gods!” Evelyn arched her back and spread her legs wider, needing more of him. “Please don’t stop!”
Without warning, everything went back to normal. Evelyn was once again standing on the cobblestone road in front of the palace.
An overwhelming lust lingered in her body while the images faded away. Evelyn swayed and gripped the front of Haydn’s shirt to steady herself.
“Come with me, Princess,” Haydn said seductively.
Evelyn was ready to make poor life choices with this gorgeous man. But the desperate feeling of needing him dissipated as quickly as it started. The magic had officially worn off, clearing her head.
She let go of him and took a step back. Her mind replayed what Haydn had shown her, and Evelyn’s face heated.
He created a vision to fuck me? I agreed to see his home and his magic, not to go to bed with him!
Haydn closed the space between them. “Say yes and I’ll take you away from here.”
Evelyn slapped him.
Haydn stumbled back at the sudden impact. He recovered quickly and smirked at her. “I can certainly revise the plans if you like it rough.”
Rage burned in Evelyn’s eyes. “You went too far.”
“You aren’t mad at me, love. You’re embarrassed by how much you liked it.”
He winked at her and Evelyn was ready to hit him again. But Rory appeared and dragged her away.
Damien stepped in front of Haydn. “Sorry to cut this short, Ritter, but the princess is quite tired. Isn’t it about time for your ship to depart?”
“Of course, Fontaine,” Haydn said like nothing had happened. “I should say my goodbyes to the kings, and then I’ll be on my way.”
“Let’s get you back to your room, Your Highness,” Rory said calmly, like it was past her bedtime and she hadn’t just assaulted an ally.
Evelyn tried to hide that she was shaking. “Thank you.”
Rory only nodded and led her forward.
“Princess Evelyn!” Haydn called out, making her flinch. “Good luck tomorrow!”
Good luck with what? What does he know that I don’t?
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