"Oh, you think you're so clever, don't you?" Rowan said through gritted teeth as he glared at the trail that led back to what may as well have been his own garden.
The trail that should have been behind him.
Every bit of the patience and indifference he'd been tending to for the last several days withered, and a whole garden-full of annoyance sprouted in its place.
He couldn't believe it. Wren had trapped him with an illusion.
All the perfectly warmed baths and thoughtfully placed containers of bath salts in the world couldn't distract him from that fun little surprise.
A string of curses lined up on Rowan's tongue, ready to fly freer than any song because of Wren's oh-so-amusing trick of spinning him around like a top on the bridge that was normally the only way in or out of his garden. He let the curses go as he stomped across the planks one more time on the off chance that his new use of magic today had somehow caused him to hallucinate.
