"Where is that maniac? I will kill him!" Damoen appeared from behind. He was furious, and his gaze traveled to her body. She looked down at the bench as she heard a croak. A bull frog was there, making a croaking sound.
Damoen looked at the frog and then at her. "You don't," he said.
"Yes, I did, and I won't reverse it, Damoen, even if you order me. That man is a leech; he took advantage of girls and abused them. I saw how he and his friends abused Mecahl," she said indignantly.
Damoen chuckled and pulled her into his embrace. "You never fail to surprise me, gughma," he whispered. "I don't want him inside the castle; I hate frogs," she said, cringing.
"I will order the servants to search the garden for frogs immediately and will pay them handsomely," he murmured.
"Let's return to the hall; I need to reverse the spell on your brother before he kills me because I made him lust after Mecahl," she said.
