Chapter Thirteen
Elsie stared up at Caidon when he let her go and rose to his feet, trying to think of something to say. All she could do was stare, dazed from the kiss and wanting to protest waiting to continue it.
"The moment you have the vial of magic, think of your bedroom and I'll take us back there."
"Okay." Her voice didn't sound like her own. It made her think of melted toffee. Warm and soft. Before she could clear her throat and try again, he was gone. She peered through the windows of the dollhouse. When she still couldn't see him, she leaned forward, looking around the edge. Had he used magic to hide? No. That didn't make sense. Magic wouldn't work on the dream weaver. She sat back down, trying not to think of the kiss. Thoughts of what she had to face filled her mind and she
