“If this is all a spell,” I said, trailing off until Margot raised her eyes to mine fully. She squared her shoulders, waiting for the judgment she felt certain would come. “Then it is no wonder I’m held captive. There is no one breathing who could look at you, who could know you, and not willingly fall prey to you. If this is a spell, then all I can do is hope that you never release me from it, my songbird.”
