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I was only worried that I hadn’t danced for a while, though I didn’t recall for how long. I was rusty. I’d embarrass myself if I stumbled or stepped on his toe, but I found that concern was unnecessary. Elvey was more than an exceptional dancer, and he made sure I’d never slip.
I waltzed with him gracefully, completely in sync with the music that only we could hear. The hem of my gown twirled and flowed.
Then I noticed I was wearing a low-cut, elegant pale green gown that showed one-third of my full creamy breasts. It was a lovely dress. Had I picked it? It went well with my sunset-red curls. My head felt a bit heavy. Then through the mirror-like glass, I spotted a diamond and silver crown atop my head.
Why was I wearing a crown? And it wasn’t a dragon crown.
When Elvey, smiling at me so gorgeously and generously, spun me next in his arms, I saw the throne of gold and rubies on a raised dais at the far end of the hall.
Not the hall of my Dragon Realm.
It was a dream. I was in a dream.
“It’s not a dream, my dearest,” Elvey whispered in my ear. His minty breath and rich, dominant male scent made me hard to think straight. “It’s the future, if you want it.”
I wanted it, and I wanted Elvey more.
I needed to kiss him, as we’d done before the dance.
I traced my thumb over his lower lip before I felt a sudden chill slicing up my spine. I got this horrible feeling whenever Akem was around. Akem? Who was he?
My mind felt foggy, yet tiny hairs on the back of my neck all stood up as an invading, sinister force creeping up on us.
Something was wrong.
There was evil here, lurking in the shadows, watching Elvey and me. It was worse than Akem—a concept of horror in my psyche, though I couldn’t recall much.
No, I needed to remember. I refused to wrap myself inside the bubble. I had to fight whatever evil was here before it devoured us.
At my struggle, a dim light shed through my consciousness.
I’d been enslaved by the eater of life-force for centuries.
My name is Daisy Danaenyth, and I was cursed.
And this hall of fairy tale, no matter how glamorous it looked, was wrong.
Tightness filled my chest, until my breath halted in my lungs.
The great evil here, unlike anything I’d encountered, was concealed by glamour.
Glamour.
That was it. The black magic swathed me, trying to drown me with it or bind me.
I had to break it if I wanted to come out in one piece.
But how?
Sweat beaded on my skin. I didn’t know how.
My own glamour magic that I used to conceal my chamber was different to this. I was naturally born with it. I didn’t exactly know how to break other powerful glamour, since I had no training in any Fae magic.
In my panic, a light floated up from my depth. I hadn’t known that I had the light, but I was about to lose myself and everything to the dark, alien glamour, and somehow the light in me wouldn’t allow it.
Face your pain, a voice chimed in my head.
I’ve faced it for centuries, I sneered.
