14
Daring to Fly
Miranda
I stared at Simon, mind working furiously. “I — I’m sorry,” I stammered, hoping that I sounded frightened and confused and utterly, utterly harmless. “I don’t know exactly. I guess my foot got caught on this stupid robe you made me wear. It’s too long.”
Which it was, although I doubted Simon would gracefully accept that explanation.
My intuition proved correct.
His grip tightened on my arm, and even in the semidarkness I could see the way his eyes glinted with fury — and, I thought with a note of satisfaction, a measure of fear as well, although I doubted he wanted me to know that. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?”
“I broke the spell?” I asked, all innocence.
“Yes, you broke the spell, and the binding. Now the Lord of Chaos is free on this plane
