Joaquin watches Uly, Mezgen, Ilan, and Ashanti pound on the jars. “Sunshine, what are we going to do with these dirtbags?”
“After having a little chitchat with them, I think worms,” Francemia chuckles, "the girls are going to love them. Just in time for Phylicia to return.” She waved toward the jars, sending them to the castle.
“Yes, they will enjoy it.” Joaquin wraps his arms around her and looks at Jolly. “Don’t keep the Queen and me waiting too long.”
Jolly looks at Imzies, who seems to be shocked. “I guess you didn’t do your homework on Joaquin’s mate. From what I’ve seen, she’s more powerful than you are. Not once did I see or hear her cast a spell as you do. Did you?”
"No, I didn't. Francemia isn't anything like I heard." She shakes her head, wondering if Gregorie knew
