Matt POV.
"Why!"? The million-dollar question was posed by her.
"No idea, Princess," I said, scratching my nose because of that f*****g cinnamon smell.
"I don't smell them." She gave me a look. "Rogues."
"Yeah, I'm aware. Nobody does. Most likely as a result of some spell."
She sighed and looked me in the eyes with her stunning emerald eyes. "With a black witch, it could be a big problem," she scowled.
"My brother's immune to magic, you know," I smirked, knowing it was a bad idea to cast a spell on him.
"But you aren't," she pointed out, and I nearly snarled at her.
"I'm very capable of taking care of myself," I said, irritated by her suggestion that they would injure me in order to get to Brion.
"I know that," she admitted softly. "However," she said as she removed one of her man
