SAMANTHA
My heart sank. It was clear that Leslie was trying to drag me into this trouble while she was almost falling into a pit herself. Her eyes were wild. Her hands were trembling. But her finger was still pointed at me.
Lionel's expression became dark as he looked at me with anger. His golden eyes narrowed. His jaw tightened. It was obvious he was singling me out as a troublemaker.
"You again?" he said. His voice was low and dangerous. "Always up to mischief?"
Leslie's face was a portrait of happiness. Her lips curled into a smile. Her eyes glittered with malice. She threw more fuel into the fire without hesitation.
"Your Highness," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness, "this is all her fault. The princes fought because of this lady. She has been casting spells on them. She has been using witchcraft to make them notice her. She is not innocent. She is evil."
Lionel ignored her.
