Chapter 103
To demonstrate her power, she throws a rose at my feet. How delightful. What a pleasant child. “Here we go,” I whisper in Kin’s ear. “Lottie, you mustn’t hurt the roses,” Kin says as sweetly as possible. “Or the roses might hurt you.” “That’s silly.” She breaks another. She has moved to a third when Kin says, quite firmly, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She waves her hand over the roses, summoning the magic I’ve bequeathed her. Charlotte’s eyes widen as the decapitated blooms fly free of their broken stems. They rise in a sparkling red spiral. It’s a lovely effect and would most likely make a point all on its own, but it is important to impress the little beast thoroughly. The roses fly quickly toward her and hover for only a second above her astonished face before they descend in full
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