Chapter Eighteen
“You are a very unusual woman, Marina Fae of the Isle of Magic,” Ashure casually commented later that evening.
Marina lifted her chin and turned at the sound of Ashure’s voice. Her back was pressed against the stone balcony railing. Behind her, the beautiful palace gardens were coming alive with twinkling lights as the night blooming flowers opened up to catch the moon beams shining down from the nearly full moon.
She had stepped outside to revel in the beauty of the night and the fact that she didn’t feel drained by Magna’s horrible spell. It seemed a lifetime since she had been able to enjoy the daytime, much less the suffocating tiredness of nightfall. Mike was still inside, talking with Carly and Jenny. She had quietly slipped away, afraid that he would talk about r
