I lift my little finger. “It’s a pinky promise.” She smiles nervously, then hooks her pinky around mine. The heat that rises in her neck turns her skin bright red. “Go on then. We are now bound by oath.” This brightens her eyes. “Well…” Her gaze darts over my shoulder as if she’s looking for eavesdroppers. But my hearing is better than her vision and I don’t detect anyone within twenty feet and those in the kitchen are too busy buzzing around cleaning up after the five-course meal. “There are rumors about a witch infiltrating the court.” “No!” I say, aghast. “Yes. The king and the prince do
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