Frantically, I ran through my options, which ranged from fuck-that to oh-hell-no on the desirability scale.
I could remove the love spell. But that would leave Lucian free to rip me apart, although he'd need to take me out of the spelled chains for me to do the spellwork, which might give me an opportunity…
No, surely he'd have Landon and possibly that other freakazoid mage right there breathing down my neck. Not to mention, he'd have something sharp directly on my neck. I'd die that way, almost certainly.
I could do nothing. Then, Jace and I would both get sicker and probably die.
Not an option.
That left me with confessing my fuck-up though I'd try to phrase it a little better than that, to preserve my pride if nothing else, and admitting that, actually, it looked like Jace and I would need to be in closer proximity for the near future.
Much closer proximity. Fuck.
"Well?" Lucian prompted me.
I stared at him, my heart pounding.
