Chapter Fifteen
‘You were safer there, you know,’ said Wodebean, his voice as dry and dusty as the wind in the height of summer.
Ilsevel glared. ‘In Winter’s Hollow? Absurd!’
‘It is in no way absurd. Or were you hoping to spend another few years as a frog?’
‘You knew about that?’ Ilsevel felt rage boiling up in her, and for a moment could scarcely breathe for fury.
‘Yes, but—’ Wodebean held up a hand. ‘It was not I who cursed you with that shape.’
‘Then who was it?’
Wodebean hesitated, watching her carefully. ‘That is a more complicated question than you know.’
Ilsevel took a deep, short breath, and swallowed her ire. ‘This is no time for prevarication, Wodebean. It is time for the truth. You have cheated me, and you will answer to me for that!’
His head tilted, a mere slight incl
