That’s one. Even with the pain in his face, Rapunzel felt a weight lift off of him. At least one of them would see the outside world. Einen would be reunited with her pumpkins.
“Fudge on demand?” Mal asked, shaking the ball like the magic might fall out. The nearest torch melted off of the wall, dripping down the stones to reform as a plate of what Rapunzel assumed was chocolate fudge. Mal floated over to the plate and took out a piece. “You know poisons don’t work on me,” he said casually to Parker. “If this is a trick...” He wiggled his fingers at her and the containment band around her throat pulled tight, cutting off her air.
“No! It’s not a trick. It really does...make fudge.” She gasped, pulling at the ring. Rapunzel almost ran to her side, but she didn’t look at him. She’s buying
