Chapter 109 – To The Temple

• I gasp, delighted, clasping my hands beneath my chin as I beam at my ghostly handmaid, who is also kind of my boyfriend now. “I would love pancakes!”
• “Well then you’d better conjure up some ingredients, Princess,” Antons says, crossing to me and slipping an arm around my shoulder. Faiza snarls at him, deeply displeased at this clear dismissal of her newly-shackled situation.
• “Can you seriously make them?” I ask, looking at Anton wide-eyed, wondering at this mysterious new cooking talent.