For quite some time, carrying two grown men could be exhausting.
Yes, yes… Mitchel's bum was the only one she should have saved. After all, he did owe her an explanation.
How even did he get a hand on such an odd gadget, where the only target it had set on was the prince? Did he have it all along inside his pockets? Or did someone give it to him? He could not possibly be working by himself. After all, the trigger was a spell. A spell that can be spoken by a human and a vampire alike.
Was it possible that someone from the troupe put him up to it?
Evelina hated to admit that it was.
Something was not right, and she had been blinded by building up relationships she knew would crumble.
"They're coming!"
But that did not stop her from warning them. The troupe cannot lose another just when they were celebrating bringing back Sir Duncan.
