The Herbwitch’s Apprentice (Witches of Olderea, #1)

by Ireen Chau

“Heard that Prince Ash is illegitimate,” Lord Gideon said from behind his newspaper. “How would you know, Grandfather? Were you present at his birth?” Cedric said with utmost politeness. His Lordship snorted. “Touché, boy.”

“I’m crossing you off the list as well,” Prince Ash said. “My brother has the sense of humor of a dead fish. You’re far too fun for him.”

The symptoms of the laxative were rather explosive, to put it delicately.

It was like magic. No. It was magic.

“Amarante. I don’t know if I’ve made it clear, but I like you. I like you a lot,” he said, intertwining our fingers. His voice didn’t waver. I was simultaneously stunned by his directness and horribly jealous of his courage. “I could love you, if you give me the chance. Blazing fires, I’m already halfway there.”

“Was that a yes, you do like me, or did you have a sudden seizure?” Ash asked. “A bit of both,” I said sheepishly.