“It’s not your business.” Halle pulled the bag of candy from her pack. “And I also wanted to give him these.”
“Lemon peels?” Prince Baldair recognized the sweet shop’s marking. “Halle ...” he sighed. “I don’t know what kind of relationship you think you can have with my brother—”
“I don’t want one,” she said defensively. The words crossed her lips before Halle could think about them, fueled by spite.
“No, you do. He has you under his spell,” the golden haired prince insisted.
“What are you talking about?” Halle took a step away.
“Why else would anyone want my brother?”
He caught her wrist as she tried to leave. “Let me go.”
“I’m trying to help you.” Somehow, Prince Baldair managed to sound sincere.
“Let me go!” Halle tugged against his firm grip.
“What is all this commotion?” a vo
