Amelia
It’s been less than an hour when a knock sounds on my bespelled door. Part of me flutters at the idea that the prince couldn’t stay away as long as planned, but my embarrassment at how he left earlier stops me from teasing him about it as I open the door.
And a good thing, too, because it’s not the prince on the other side. Well, not Prince Owen.
“Hello, Maya,” Diego smiles.
I stiffen, remembering the way he grabbed my arm what feels like a lifetime ago. But I open the door wider, remembering he can’t get in. Maybe even hoping he’ll try to and run painfully into the invisible wall.
“I hear you survived a hanging!” his eyes widen in mock-excitement. “I was hoping to hear all about it. May I come in?”
“No.”
His smile widens. He reaches forward carefully with his pointer fing
