“An invisibility spell,” Mal adds. “Can you break it?”
She taps her nail once. “Perhaps.” She strides over to me and narrows her gaze. “And you think something in this book will save the king?” I nod and her gaze turns greedy. “Fine. Give it to me.”
“I have to warn you,” I say, hugging it close to my chest. “No one has been able to touch it. Not without setting themselves on fire.”
Reid winces. “Yeah, I can attest to that part.”
Nodding, the queen turns to Fenrir. “Grab my supplies. You,” she says, directing me. “You will hand it to me. I’m not afraid of a small protection spell.”
“Mother—“ Fenrir begins. “I don’t think that’s wise.”
She waves him off as she holds out her hands expectantly. I don’t want to harm the queen, but I also don’t want to wait.
We’re here. We can finally save Kaden.
Before I hand it to her, I ask, “Do you promise? Promise to save Kaden?”
Primly, she nods. “I will do whatever it takes to make him whole.”
With that, I gently drop the leather tome into her hands and wait for the fire.
Strangely, it doesn’t spark. It doesn’t smolder—it doesn’t even heat. She turns to the throne, flipping through the pages as Fenrir directs guards to set up a table. Herbs of all kinds, most I recognize appear in small glass jars.
She sits, smirking slightly. “Now to begin.”
