remembering the bond they shared. Her warrior husband was tired of
fighting.
The demon studied her shrewdly. “I doubt he’ll have a choice
when the time comes. As for you, Mr. Dellacourt, your choices are
just beginning. There’s a whole world open and ripe for the plucking.
I think you’ve made the first choice that will take you on the road to
greatness.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dante said. There was
an odd look on his face. If Meg hadn’t known better, she would have
sworn he looked guilty.
“Don’t listen to him, Dante,” Meg said, grasping his hand in her
own. He was shaking slightly. “He’s a demon. I don’t think they’re
known for their honesty.”
“On the contrary, Your Highness,” the Planeswalker said with an
offended air. “I never lie when the truth is so deliciously awful. But
Mr. Dellacourt’s future is neither here nor there. It is your future that
is at risk. I am looking forward to seeing if you can save those boys of
yours.”
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“They’re in danger?” Meg asked the question, but she knew the
answer. They would have been weakened without her to bridge their
minds. They had been in danger the minute she was taken from them.
“Oh, yes,” the demon said smoothly, as though he were discussing
some juicy gossip. “The hag managed to catch one of them with her
spell, but the intellectual half evaded her. I’m afraid she didn’t ask the right questions. She asked for a spell that would shift the warrior’s
magic. She assumed it would shift into her. That was a mistake.”
“Cian absorbed it,” Meg realized. “Then he was strong enough to
run with Beck?”
“Oh, yes, Your Highness, King Cian was able to flee with his