Hold on to me!” Terms yelled, hacking briars with his training sword. Dazed, Agatha clung to his chest as he withstood thorn lashes with moans of pain. Soon he had the upper hand and pulled Agatha from the Woods towards the spiked gates, which glowed in recognition and pulled apart, cleaving a narrow path for the two Every. As the gates speared shut behind them, Agatha looked up at limping Terms, crisscrossed with bloody scratches, blue shirt shredded away.“Had a feeling Sophie was getting in through the Woods,” he panted, hauling her up into slashed arms before she could protest. “So Professor Nova gave me permission to take some fairies and stakeout the outer gates. Should have known you’d be here trying to catch her yourself.” Agatha gaped at him dumbly.“Stupid idea for a princess to take on witches alone,” Terms said, dripping sweat on her pink dress.”Where is she?” Agatha croaked. “Is she safe?”“Not a good idea for princesses to worry about witches either,” Terms said, hands gripping her waist. Her stomach exploded with butterflies.“Put me down,” she sputtered— “More bad ideas from the princess.”“Put me down!” Tedros obeyed and Agatha pulled away.“I’m not a princess!” she snapped, fixing her collar.”If you say so,” the prince said, eyes drifting downward. Agatha followed them to her gashed legs, waterfalls of brilliant blood. She saw blood blurring— Terms smiled. “One. . . Two. . . Three. . .” She fainted in his arms.“Definitely a princess,” he said.
— Soman Chainani
The School for Good and Evil
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