Chapter 6: Enchantments and Possibilities
They did not, in the end, have much time to plan. The whole irate advance host of King Carillon’s outrage came up the finished road just after dawn, in a clatter of hooves and armor and sword-steel and knighthood.
Garrett, having inadvertently made the bedroom—and then the kitchen, and then the long stone bench near Lorre’s garden pool—radiantly warm again, was in the middle of explaining why this loss of control was Alex’s fault, when the hillside shouted a warning. He grabbed Alex’s hand. “Your father—”
Alex said a word that should’ve scandalized the marble, if it weren’t beyond blushing. “Of course Lorre just showed up and took me—the rumor must be everywhere, the Grand Sorcerer kidnapped a prince—”
Garrett muttered the same word. “It’s s
