Chapter 17
The Confrontation and the Curse
The enchantress catches Antoinette. A chaotic magical battle ensues, involving flying yarn, misplaced spells, and the imposter Sacry caught in the crossfire, revealing her true distress.
Antoinette skidded to a halt, her dramatic pronouncement about the Golden Knitting Needle dying on her lips as a shimmering, vaguely iridescent force field slammed into her chest. It felt less like a magical barrier and more like a particularly aggressive hug from a disco ball. She yelped, stumbling backward, her hands flying up as if to ward off a swarm of particularly enthusiastic glitter bombs.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” she sputtered, her voice cracking with indignation. “Can’t a girl attempt a little bit of righteous thievery without being accosted by… by sparkly inconvenience?”
The enchantress, clad in a shimmering gown that seemed to be woven from moonlight and sheer audacity, materialized from the shadows. Her smile was as sharp as a freshly honed spell and her eyes, the color of a stormy sea, glinted with amusement. “Righteous thievery, my dear Antoinette? Such a grand term for attempting to pilfer my most prized possession.”
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