From Chapter Fifty-Two—“Sacrifices Chosen”
Cora strode in with her head held high, but he could see
the fury lurking in her eyes as she turned to glare at him. “What did you do?” she demanded.
“Me?” He gave her
his most innocent look, which—particularly between the two of them—wasn’t
terribly innocent at all. The morning
sun was barely streaming through the window; Cora had gotten up early on a
Saturday to come see him. Doesn’t that make me feel special?
“Yes, you,” she snapped.
“I can feel it in the air. You
brought magic. How?”
“Well, that’s my secret, now, isn’t it?” Rumplestiltskin
countered, lounging back against the pillows.
The bed was in the upright position, which allowed him to do so casually
while still looking Cora in the eyes, and the sudden anger and uncertainty that
flashed across her face told him all he needed to know. So, he guessed: “Having problems with your
“Of course not.”
Chuckling softly, he gestured airily with his left
hand. “Well, then why visit little old
me? Your bully boys did their work
“Obviously not well enough,” she snarled, crossing her
arms. The next threat, however,
obviously came out automatically.
“Perhaps I should have them come back.”
“Even if you could get
them out of jail, dear, that would wind up a bit counterproductive, wouldn’t
it?” he countered, smiling nastily at his former lover. “I’d hardly have to lift a finger to stop
“Oh, please. If my magic won’t work, yours certainly
“How do you
think I’ve healed myself?” Rumplestiltskin snorted. Cora was undeniably smart, but there were
times when her anger overrode her intelligence.
Particularly now, when she had spent so long winning the same old game…until
suddenly the rules changed. Still, he
couldn’t resist the urge to taunt her with: “And I thought you said your magic wasn’t
giving you any problems?”
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