11
Never in my wildest dreams, or nightmares, would I have ever imagined myself about to have a duel of magic between me and a glowing sword-wielding fae.
“But I don’t know how to duel with normal weapons, much less magic!” I squeaked as Tristan guided me a short distance away from the others. The carriage hid us from their view. I suspected that he was out to murder me, or at least have me unable to count to ten using my fingers. One of those sharp swords would do that trick.
Tristan turned us so that we faced each other, and I saw such a soft smile on his lips that my fright softened. He grasped my shoulders and our eyes met. “Do you have that little faith in your abilities?”
“I have that much faith in the sharpness of those swords,” I quipped.
“You have a fear of their blades,
