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My mother muttered to Owen, “Oh, I see what you mean now.”

Out loud, Krew said to Beau, who was looking from one of us to the other, confused, “There has also been a new development up at the castle. One I am going to need for you to approach with an abundance of caution and care. Very few people at the castle know about this. Can I trust you with it? Trust that you will keep this knowledge safe with whom you tell?”

Beau was nodding so aggressively I thought his head might roll off. “Of course, Your Grace.”

Krew gave me a nod.

I opened up my palm, allowing my magic to increase in intensity and buzz before I released any of it.

Beau gasped and scooted backward, which I was not offended by. A few months ago, I would’ve likely done the same.

I curled my fingertips in and then shot them all outward, and a hundred tiny orbs of silver magic appeared in the air. I left them there for a few seconds before closing my fingertips, sending the orbs into a breeze that swept across the room as my magic dissipated.

Beau’s mouth was slightly ajar.

“Surprise?” I offered again.

“H—” his voice squeaked. “How?”

“Jorah and I are bonded. She is now Enchanted,” Krew offered.

“Does this mean that sh—” he gave his head a shake. “Does this mean that you choose her? Does this mean that she may become queen?”

Krew looked into my eyes as he said, “She already is a princess. Queen or princess is not up to me, but I do rather think she’d make an exceptional queen someday.” He looked back to Beau. “And there’s more.”

His eyes tried to leave his head. “There’s more?”

“I didn’t give her merely a drop of my magic. She is... quite strong,” Krew explained vaguely.

I took pity on the poor man, adding, “Krew is no longer the only Enchanted who can kill his father.” I paused. “And because of our bond, our magic can combine. Separately, right now either one of us may be strong enough to remove the king. Together?” I stole a glance at Krew, my eyes locked on his. “Well together, we willnotfail.”

Beau clutched at his chest while my mother just looked worried.

I am absolutely going to ravish you later, Krew promised.

I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing.

Beau sat there stunned for a moment and then he was kneeling at my feet, grabbing my hand. “Thank you. Thank you.” He shook his head and I thought I might have seen tears sitting there. “I don’t envy the burden you carry in having to take down the king, the risks you take in living under the same roof as him, but dear girl, thank you.”

“My point is,” Krew added, “that things are in play, Mr. Jones. Though it may not feel like it here in Nerede, particularly after the past few months, I can assure you, major things are in play. My father has an object in his possession which is increasing his power. We need to figure out what that object is. As soon as we know, we will remove it from his person and remove him from the throne.”

Krew switched his attention to my mother. “And it is not up to only Jorah and me. My brother is ready when the moment comes. Officer Raikes here is ready when the moment comes.” He paused and looked back to Beau. “I understand the people of Nerede need hope right now, Mr. Jones, and Jorah is that hope. She is the greatest hope for us all.”

CHAPTER23

“Nice try.”

Owen threw a large rock at me, while at the same time throwing a breeze out at Krew.

With a manic laugh, I wrapped my own magic around the rock, and sent it hurtling back at him at the same time I sent a breeze at him, knocking him backward, losing his focus on whatever he’d been about to do to Krew.

Krew sent his own magic slithering along the ground. It wrapped around Owen’s ankles while he was still being blasted with my wind, and he let out a curse word. Krew’s magic was traveling upward. It only looked like a few vines of navy magic, but I knew better. I’d seen Krew’s magic do the same thing to Michael Noyer and render him paralyzed, as if the magic were some sort of cement.

But then out of nowhere, a blast of magic stopped Krew’s. It hadn’t been green either.

“How about we make this a fair fight?” Keir asked from where he casually stood watching.

Krew, Owen, and I had been practicing what we had thought had been alone. Krew had been wanting to get a feel for how we could combine our magic against another Enchanted. Owen, of course, had been our test subject.