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Crystal Storm

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She stared at him blankly for a long moment, his words making no sense. “I don’t understand. Why not? After last night, I thought . . .”
“You thought wrong.” His face had gone very pale. “I won’t put your life at risk.”
Still, he spoke in riddles she couldn’t easily solve. “Why would my life be at risk if we were to share a room?” She watched as his expression turned tortured and he raked a hand through his hair. “Magnus, talk to me. What is it?”
“You don’t know?”
“Clearly I don’t. So tell me!”
Reluctantly, he did as she asked. “A witch’s curse is the reason your mother died in childbirth. And that curse is why you, too, will die if you become pregnant.”
All she could do is stare at him in absolute shock. “Your father told you this.”
He nodded once, his jaw tight.
“And you believed such a ridiculous tale, just like that?”
“Don’t make it sound so foolish. I’m not a fool—I know there’s a possibility he could be lying to me. But I still refuse to take such a chance.”
“What chance?” She frowned, feeling stupid that she didn’t follow.
He took her by her shoulders tightly, gazing intensely into her eyes. “The chance of losing you.”
Her confusion washed away, replaced by a swelling warmth in her heart. “Oh.”
“My grandmother is a witch. If there is truly a curse on you, she will break it.”
It seemed impossible that she’d never heard of something so serious before, but her father had always been secretive, especially when it came to magic. He’d never told Cleo that he’d had a witch put a protective spell upon the entrance of the Auranian palace, one only Lucia was powerful enough to break.
Perhaps this was similar.
Her thoughts went to her mother, and her heart broke to think of the woman she never knew, destined to die giving her life.
“If this is true,” she said after a moment, still refusing to fully believe such a far-fetched possibility, “I’ve heard of other methods to prevent a pregnancy.”
“I won’t risk your life until this curse is broken. And I don’t give a damn if my father is lying to me. I won’t take the chance that he’s right. Do you hear me?” Magnus’s voice had grown darker and quieter, sending a shiver down her spine.
She nodded. “I hear you.”
Could it be true? She hated to think it might even be a possibility. Why wouldn’t her father have mentioned such a horrible thing?
Now she needed answers every bit as much as Magnus did. All the more reason to see his witch grandmother.
Cleo noticed that the agitated guard who’d been pacing had suddenly drawn closer to them.
“Your highness . . .” the guard said.
Cleo tore her gaze from Magnus’s to look at the guard, shocked to see that he had withdrawn his sword and was now pointing it at them.
Magnus pushed Cleo roughly behind him. “What is this?” he hissed.
The guard shook his head, his expression strained and a bit frantic. “I find that I cannot abide by the king’s orders. The empress and her army are in control of Mytica now. Limerians have no say over their futures anymore. To continue to align myself with those who wish to deceive and oppose the empress would be committing treason. Therefore, I must turn you over to the empress.”
Cleo stared at him with shock. “You disgusting coward!”
He cast a withering look at her. “I am a Limerian. You are an enemy, no matter whom you’ve married. You,” he said, the word twisting with distaste, “are the reason everything we’ve cherished in Limeros for generations has been destroyed.”
“My, you give me much more power than I actually have.” She straightened her shoulders and narrowed her gaze. “Lower your weapon immediately and perhaps I won’t demand your execution.”
“I don’t take orders from any Auranian.”
“Do you take orders from me?” Magnus asked, his tone edged in acid.
“I would,” the guard replied. “If you still had any power here.”
Hands fisted, Magnus stepped forward, but the guard responded by raising the blade to the prince’s throat. A gasp of fear caught in Cleo’s throat.
“Do you even know my name, your highness?” the guard sneered. “The empress does. She knows everyone’s name.”
“Amara Cortas clearly has an amazing ability to retain useless facts.” Magnus glowered at him. “So, what? You mean to march us up to her? Expect her to accept this generous gift with open arms and an appointment for you to captain of the guard? Don’t be a fool.”
“I’m no fool. Not anymore. Now come with me. Resist, and you will die.”
The guard then grunted as the tip of a sword appeared through his chest. He lost his balance and dropped to the ground in a heap.
Standing behind him was the other guard, wiping his comrade’s blood from his sword with a handkerchief. He glared down at the fallen guard with disgust.
“Pathetic weakling. I had to listen to his blabberings, his plans. I disagreed with each and every one. Please excuse his disloyalty, your highness.”
While so relieved her legs nearly gave out from beneath her, Cleo exchanged a concerned glance with Magnus.
“What is your name?” Magnus asked the dark-haired guard.
“Milo Iagaris, your highness.”