“I wish there was something I could do to heal your bruises.” His fingers glided down my temple just outside the swelling around one eye. “As soon as we reach the castle, I’ll ask for help removing the cuffs.” “No!” The word rushed from my lips without thought. “I mean, that’s very generous of you, and I appreciate your trust, but there’s little point once we reach the castle—magic won’t help me there. Let’s just get the cauldron, then we can deal with my cuffs.” He glared at me with his lips pursed, frustrated I would resist his offer. “Please don’t argue, just help me get my jacket on.” My eyes pleaded with him until he begrudgingly conceded. An hour later, we cleared the trees and entered the castle grounds under the waning afternoon sun. There were no gardens or signs of habitation asi
