Chapter 65
Bronson and his dream princess kiss.
And kiss.
And kiss.
“All right, enough.” I can’t help the disgust. I don’t care if he looks handsome in his dream. An ogre is an ogre, and no amount of dream-wishing is going to change that.
I wave my arms to clear the dream. Nothing happens. I’m still in the tower and the ogre still looks like a prince, and he’s still kissing his dream princess.
I wave my arms again, willing the dream to merge with another dream, any dream. No change.
“What have you done with my abilities?” I demand as I shove my face uncomfortably close to his kissing face.
He waves a hand at me to go away, not bothering to stop kissing his dream specter.
“How come I can’t make you stop dreaming this?” I ask.
“Maybe your powers don’t work on the prince who is mean
