The King's Captive (Gate of Myth and Power, #1)

by K.M. Shea

My magic surged in me, working to disassemble the glamour to my eyes. Thankfully, I was still sneezing, so I didn’t see through it. I didn’t want to see through it. The Paragon was using such strong magic, I couldn’t even tell what kind it was. If he was that desperate to keep whatever he was hiding a secret, I was going to be doubly desperate not to see it. Elf king with a city sized secret, or the national fae rep with a personal mystery, I didn’t want to get involved in either. Most people assume that with the right knowledge, they can pressure someone in power and maybe blackmail them. I knew better. Stop, stop, stop! I grappled with my magic, trying to stop it. This could get me killed! Between the sheer strength of the glamour and me managing to suppress my magic enough, when I opened my bleary eyes I saw what the Paragon wanted everyone to see: an old fae in dark blue robes with a spell woven into the fabric that made the cloth glitter. My magic shivered, and I could sense it was going to peel back the glamour if I gave it a chance, so I squinted hard and tried not to acknowledge the overwhelming magic.

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