“I’m looking for anything that might cause the dragons to go mad,” I said. I didn’t miss the way he flinched. The bastard was definitely keeping secrets. “You wouldn’t happen to know a spell or curse like that?” “Why would I?” “Your mother-in-law is currently in your dungeon, is she not?” I asked. “Perhaps she’s mentioned something along those lines or boasted about using a spell on a Prince of Sin.” “Sursea hasn’t spoken a word in nearly a month.” He looked out at the courtyard below. Hunters hurriedly took shelter, their focus darting to the sky. “You don’t need a witch to break a curse.”
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