Chapter 23She’d had him for four nights and not known what she’d had. Unless Lady Cockerell had a written version of the counterspell, and unless Lyne could somehow, without getting caught again, discover that manuscript, she’d lost Frederick for good. Both possibilities were so remote, she wished she’d never thought of them.
A kiss had worked the first time; she could try that again.
Nudging her cheek closer against the Beast’s snout, she pecked quickly at the cold lips, then jumped back in anticipation.
Nothing.
Voices came up the path and the Beast still hulked over her.
“Let’s go to the cave,” she said, grasping at the one option they could act on together. “We’ll find the trunk of manuscripts. You lead the way. I can’t see anything.”
She put a hand on the back of his neck, and t
