Enslaved: A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale (Bedding the Bad Girl Book 3) by Callie Wild Read Free Book Online Page A

slipped under her spell all over again. Just the sight of her blonde hair shining in the sun made him want to whisper a hundred apologies into the delicate pink shell of her ear.
    He cursed as he scraped their plates clean and buried what little food remained from their supper a few meters from the camp.
    This was hardly the ideal way to spend the night before a difficult battle. And it would be a battle, no doubt about it.
    Calliope had told him what she knew of the castle and none of it sounded good. There was a moat of molten lava surrounding the keep that had the tendency to overflow as travelers attempted to cross the drawbridge. There was a forest of poisonous vines filling the bottom floors of the castle, and the entrance to Rosamund’s tower was guarded by a half dog, half dragon beast that craved human flesh.
    If Aaron was to free his brother without magical intervention, he would need his wits about him…though he hoped to have more than the power of the sword on his side. He believed Calliope would be swayed to use her magic once she came face-to-face with the wicked thing she had created.
    He found it hard to believe she hadn’t tried to remedy Rosamund’s situation before now. Aside from the spell modification she had made as a child, Calliope swore she hadn’t ventured within a few miles of the castle for fear of making the problem worse. Her lack of faith in her powers didn’t inspire confidence, but the castle physician had sworn there was nothing magically amiss in her aura.
    Aaron couldn’t see such things himself, but he trusted Dr. Whethers. She had kept his father from death for a good twenty years after the old man should have passed into the next realm. The former King Aaron had even managed to sire a son, Johann, several years after the first attack on his heart, giving Outer Kartolia a second male heir to the throne fourteen years after the first. If Whethers said there was nothing clinically wrong with Calliope’s magic, he believed her.
    But that left the question—what was the fairy’s problem? For there certainly was a problem if her gifts kept ending up as curses.
    He was still angry with her for possibly enchanting him into caring for her, but he didn’t believe Calliope would deliberately hurt anyone.
    Then why are you punishing her with your foul temper ?
    Aaron snatched the pan they’d used to warm their dinner and stalked off toward the river, choosing a different path than the one taken by his companion.
    Even if Calliope had spelled him, which he still didn’t know for certain, there was a chance she hadn’t done it on purpose. She seemed as infatuated with him as he was with her—or she had until he’d spent the afternoon pushing her away—and surely she wouldn’t have deliberately spelled herself. He supposed there was a chance she was like some of the other besotted young women of his realm, who idolized him with an obsession usually reserved for musicians and movie stars, but it didn’t seem likely.
    She hadn’t even ventured to his castle of her own free will. She had been kidnapped and held prisoner there. And if her magic had been under her control, why wouldn’t she have melted the prison bars and walked free? Why allow herself to be treated so vilely?
    Examining the facts, it seemed Aaron had likely been punishing Calliope for nothing, or at the very worst, a magical misfire.
    After all, what would the fairy have to gain from making him fall in love with her? The title of Queen and access to the wealth of the kingdom, yes, but so did every other woman who came to his bed. He’d stopped worrying about that being the sole motivation for a woman to love him a long time ago. Aaron trusted his instincts to let him know when he was being played false.
    And even if a woman managed to trick him, she would pay the greatest price for her treachery. What sadder existence could there be than to marry another person for any reason other than love? No treasury, regardless