I reared up as if I’d been jolted ful of electricity. Charlemagne barked once and I laughed out loud. The ability to control my limbs again was intoxicating. I felt as giddy as a debutante at her first bal . Even the cel phone vibrating in my pocket didn’t bother me. “Magda.” I grinned into the receiver. No one else would be cal ing me. “Isabeau? Is that you?” Magda demanded. “Of course, who else would it be?” I stretched to make sure I could. Then I did a backflip somersault. “Are you giggling?” she asked incredulously. “What did they do to you?” “Hypnos.” There was a pause, a choked cough. “And that’s funny why?” “It’s not,” I assured her. “But it’s just worn off.” “Are you in trouble? What are they doing to you? Don’t they know you’re a princess, or whatever? I’m getting Finn.” “No!” I stopped her before she could get going. “I’m fine. It was an accident.” “Are you sure?” she pressed suspiciously. “They’re not like us, Isabeau.”
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