Page 86 of Once Upon an Enchanted Kiss

“I’ll be fine,” he said when he saw her concerned expression.

“We have to get you to a healer,” she said, clutching him tight.

“I need to help Phillip.” He tried to return to the fight, but Rosamund held fast.

“No—”

“Listen, both of you,” the queen interrupted. “There is a weakness under her wing, near the joint.”

“A weakness?” Stephan asked, his brows pinched together.

“You mean like a soft spot? The only place her scales aren’t,” Rosamund said.

She nodded. “Stabbing her there should subdue her.”

“But it won’t kill her,” Rosamund said.

“I don’t think so. Once she is subdued, we will be able to capture her and return her to Faery,” Titania said.

“Phillip needs to know,” the princess said. She watched as he, Jeffrey, Charles and the two Fae kings fought the dragon. Rowena destroyed everything in her path.

“What’s stopping her from burning down the castle?” Stephan asked.

Titania’s cobalt gaze stared down at the dragon who stumbled back and forth, as though she were drunk.

“Her power is fading. She must not have enough fire power to do more damage.”

“Then I need to get a message to Phillip,” her father said.

He started to go, but Rosamund caught him by the arm. “No. You’re injured.” She paused, gazing down at the melee. “I’ll go.”

“Rosamund, I will not allow it—”

“She won’t expect me to be there,” she interrupted. She turned to the Fae queen. “Please protect my father.”

Her gaze flickered from her to Stephan and back again. Finally, she gave a nod. “As you wish, princess. But be warned. Her breath is like poison and can render you immobile.”

Nodding and without waiting for any more objections, Rosamund ran up the aisle.

Chapter 31

Rosamundcursedherlonggown as she hurried trying hard not to step on it. She spied her father’s sword on the ground and swept it up, clutching it tight in her sweaty palm. She charged forward.

The dragon used her massive claw to swipe first Jeffrey then Charles out of the way. They both went flying in different directions, landing on the ground with a groan. Both Fae kings were rendered unconscious by the beast. Rosamund sucked in a sharp breath as she watched Rowena go after Phillip next. Her razor-sharp claws cut through the air, missing him as he ducked.

“Phillip!”

He cut her a glance, his expression morphing from surprise to worry. “Get back to the castle.”

Rowena caught sight of her and reared back, her head held high as she looked down her massive snout at the two of them. Rosamund halted next to Phillip who immediately wrapped his arm around her. He held his sword in his other hand, as if ready to strike.

“Ah, the perfect couple. Isn’t this wonderful?” She lowered her head, her dragon eyes peering at them both. “I should have killed you both when I had the chance.”

The beast inhaled a breath. Rosamund knew immediately what she planned to do.

“Her breath—!” she started.

Phillip shoved her out of the way as the dragon puffed out a white cloud. Rosamund stumbled and fell, her gown ripping and the sword falling from her hand. When she looked back over her shoulder, the cloud had consumed Phillip. She let out a strangled cry as he stumbled from the right to the left and then tumbled to the ground. His sword fell out of his hand.

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