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The enchantment was like nothing she’d ever seen. Dazzling in its complexity and yet elegantly simple, it was applied with the precision of a surgeon. It enveloped every cell of her body like a watertight bubble. A flood could hit her and she’d stay dry.
Trevelyan.
Disregarding her orders andwayoverstepping boundaries, that tricky bastard had waterproofed her! No one else would have done it. No one elsecouldhave done it. This must have been why he’d been so low on power when the army arrived. This was the spell he’d exhausted himself on.
How had he even concocted such a specialized enchantment, given his weakened state? It probably drained everything he had. Plus, that son of a bitch had somehow cast it discreetly enough that she hadn’t noticed it. Their magic was so similar that his powerful green energy had just blended in with her own.
Trevelyan hated not getting his own way. He’d wanted his powers sealed tight around her and so he’d made it happen. Because healwaysthought he knew best. Because he had freaked the hell out when that grog hit her in the library and he’d realized how vulnerable she truly was.
Because she was justhisand he’d decided to keep her.
Esmeralda’s mouth curved. Now that she’d seen the enchantment, she could disable it if she wanted. Instead, she left the protective spell in place. Trevelyan had kept her safe. Even though it violated their “separate lives” agreement… Even though it must have depleted a huge amount of his recuperating energy… Even though he hid his underhanded efforts from her… He’d protected her.
He’d made sure his magic would catch Esmeralda, if she fell.
Feeling lighter and happier than she had all day, she started across the snowy landscape towards the Castle of Clubs with new confidence. Maybe things were looking up. Maybe this whole rescue mission would be okay. Of course it would! She’d return to her True Love’s side by tomorrow, ready to claim her happily ever after. Everything was going to be great!
And that’s when the yetis grabbed her.
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His eyes snapped open, all his nerves jangling. “Ez?”
His hand instinctively moved beside him to touch Esmeralda, but she wasn’t in the bed. Anxiety swelled, an acidic rush of panic and mysterious emotions. She’d said his name. For one impossible second, there had been total unity with their powers. He’d heard her in his head, reaching for him. …And something in her tone had sounded like goodbye.
Inside of him, the dragon went still.
“Ez!” Trevelyan bellowed, but there was no answer.
Goddamnit.
He was instantly on his feet, his heart pounding in his chest. “Esmeralda!” Naked and desperate to find her, he headed for the hallway.
He tried to tell himself that he was overreacting, just like he had that first morning in the castle. She’d probably gone to play with her liquid gold nail polish, again. She was an early riser. She was up to trouble before the sun even rose.
Except it was raining outside.
And he couldn’t feel her perfect chaotic energy, anymore. His magic was strong enough now to sweep out. He sent it searching and it didn’t touch with hers. The dragon roared so loud it nearly fractured his skull. Esmeralda was gone. He had no idea how or why, but she wasgone.
Someone was sure as hell in the castle, though. Two men. He could sense them plain as day. Eyes narrowing, he headed straight for them. He planned to kill those motherfuckers, and everyothermotherfucker in the motherfucking world, until his mate was returned to him.
Trevelyan slammed into the kitchen. The door hit the wall with enough force to send a jagged crack up the pink plaster and across the pink ceiling. His furious gaze sighted on the strangers. “Where is my witch?” Four words that would doom the entire universe, if he didn’t like the answer.
His soon-to-be initial victims glanced up from their coffee. The biggest of the men had wings and enough sense to be wary of an incensed dragon. His arm moved, like he wanted to reach for the weapon on his back.
The monster inside of Trevelyan snarled, eager for a battle.
The winged-man didn’t pull the double-bladed axe free, but Trevelyan could tell that he wanted to. He only hesitated for fear of the situation turning bloody.
