Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174: Seven Of Hearts. Think About It.

"Now. Quick question for the room." Brennan stopped pacing. "Who here has ever had back pain?"

Nicholas closed his eyes. When he opened them, every single elder had raised their hand.

Every. Single. One.

The oldest raised both hands which was either emphasis or a cry for help.

Brennan grinned at the sea of elderly hands. "Gorgeous. Every one of you. You’ve been underserved. Back pain is a solved problem. Magic has been solving it for thousands of years."

He moved to the elder who had just raised two hands in the air, and pulled a card from behind his ear.

"Is this your card?"

"I didn’t pick a card," the elder said.

"And yet." Brennan held it up. "Seven of hearts. Think about it."

The elder stared at the card. Then at Brennan. Then, with the slow, dawning expression of a man encountering true genius: "That IS my favorite number."

The other elders erupted into applause. Full, sustained, enthusiastic applause.

Brennan’s chest puffed like he’d been knighted, the praise washing over him.

"Where was it? Was it really in my ear?" the elder asked.

Nicholas pinched the bridge of his nose so hard his fingers went white.

Brennan took a bow. The bow was longer than the trick.

"Excellent," Damon said, jumping in. "Now that you have seen what he can do, we can get on with the meeting."

"Show us more!" an elder called. "This is the most interesting council meeting I’ve been to in fifty years."

Damon gave Brennan a look that said: You haven’t fucked this up. One more card trick. That’s it.

Brennan enthusiastically nodded. He raised his hands. Blue light pooled in his palms.

The elders clapped again enthusiastically.

"Can he come to every meeting, Alpha?" one asked. "This is the first time I’ve been awake past the second agenda item."

"Young man," Elder Marley leaned forward, "can you make things disappear as well?"

"Absolutely," Brennan said.

Marley pointed at the elder across the table. "Him. Make him disappear."

"I am sitting RIGHT HERE, Marley."

"Yes. That’s the problem."

Brennan rolled the blue light between his palms, stretching it into a ribbon that looped and spiraled above his head. The elders watched it climb with the wide-eyed wonder of children at a fireworks display. He spun it faster, added a second ribbon, then a third, weaving them into a braid of light that hummed and crackled.

The elders clapped in rhythm.

Nicholas and Damon exchanged an identical look of stunned disbelief: they are reacting to the magic better than anticipated.

Brennan, because he was Brennan, took the applause as permission to escalate.

He added a fourth. A fifth. The braid thickened, spinning faster, glowing brighter, the hum climbing into a whine that made the water glasses vibrate on the table.

"That’s enough," Nicholas cut in. "Well done. Let’s all thank our Master Mage for stopping by."

Too late.

The light bloomed outward, filling the ceiling, beautiful and deeply unstable, and Brennan’s grin shifted from showman to the specific expression of a man who has just realized he’s added one ribbon too many.

POP.

Blue sparks exploded across the council chamber like a glitter bomb with ambitions. Every elder flinched. Marley’s eyebrows were singed. Another had sparks in his beard.

Silence.

"Part of the show," Brennan announced, brushing a spark off his own nose. "Planned that. Every bit of it. Completely intentional."

A puff of smoke rose from the floor.

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