Just A Kiss: (The Frog Prince) (Tangled Tales Series Book 2) Read Free

laugh, looked at Arnon’s clothes dripping with swamp water, and then laughed louder.
    Arnon figured he deserved it for being duped by a woman, but at the time he’d had no idea she was a witch. He’d been so enamored by her beauty and odd choice of clothing that he hadn’t thought she had magical powers. “Do you think she knew you’re a warlock, father?”
    “You fool,” spat Stefan before their father could answer. “If she’s still around and listening, she certainly knows now, little brother.” He scanned the grounds once more and rested his hand atop the hilt of his sword.
    “Let’s head back and talk this over,” said Lucio turning his horse. “Now that we know magic is involved, it might not be so easy to continue with our plan after all.”
    Arnon turned to mount his horse, and there on the shore were a dozen frogs lined up like soldiers and staring at him. A shiver ran through his body and suddenly he couldn’t wait to be away from this place. He climbed atop his horse and as he rode away, he swore he could hear the frogs laughing at him as well.

 
    Chapter 2
     
     
    Freya watched from behind a tree as the big, black wolf turned into a man. She gasped and held her hand over her mouth, not sure what she was seeing.
    The naked man had the same face as the man they’d called Arnon who had tried to take her with him. Arnon rattled her nerves. It had felt good to be touched by the man when he helped her to her feet, but it wasn’t something she was used to. His grip was strong, his palm wide, and his fingers long. He was tall and very handsome. She felt small next to him.
    His face seemed almost sculpted with the beauty of the angles of his cheeks and his strong nose. Dark grey eyes had gazed at her under his craggy brows, and she’d almost felt invaded by his perusal.  His black hair was so long it nearly touched his waist. She liked his hair a lot, as the length of it made him unique and very intriguing.
    She wondered who he was and who were the men with him? Were they warlocks – witches such as herself? She’d never known a male witch and only had contact with Marni and the other few witches in the coven. As well as her mother. She’d have to ask her mother about this when she got back to the castle.
    “Shall we go, Gar?” She raised the frog up to her lips and kissed it, feeling the tingling sensation flow through her body. Every witch had unique powers. Her special powers were being able to move things, as well as transport herself anywhere she wanted to go by just kissing her Familiar – the frog she’d named Boregard.
    She found herself standing at the postern gate back at Castle Fane just like she’d expected. But what she didn’t expect was to see someone sneaking out the hidden gate this late at night.
    She ducked down behind a bush and watched. “Gar, someone’s coming,” she told the frog in a whisper. He croaked back his reply and she understood his words in her mind.
    It’s your father.
    “It’s my father? What would he be doing up this late?” Her stepfather – or father as she called him so he wouldn’t know the truth, slipped out the postern gate and met up with a mercenary who appeared from the shadows.
    She wished now her magic would work inside the castle walls. If so, she could have transported herself right back to her bedchamber and she wouldn’t be in the position of possibly being discovered.
    They exchanged a few words and her father gave the man a small bag. Freya was unable to hear their conversation. Then her father disappeared back into the garden and closed the postern gate behind him. She couldn’t sneak back into the castle now. If she did, her father might still be lingering and find she’d left the grounds. She’d have to go somewhere else for a little while.
    She kissed the frog and thought of the coven of witches in the forest inside the stone circle. Her head instantly swirled and her body tingled as she transported. When the fog cleared