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“Nope,” Dewey said, rolling onto his belly before he flew back into the air and crossed the room. “Ohhh, will you look at this spread? Cheese, nuts, berries. It’s a dragon’s dream.”

Dewey tossed a grape into his mouth and crunched it before biting into a strawberry. He palmed a few chunks of cheese and grabbed a handful of nuts. “Are you sure you don’t just want to marry this guy and stay here?”

“Will you stop asking me that? We need to be thinking of a way out of here. He left the two guards at the door.” Paige stepped onto the stone balcony and peered over, her eyes going wide. “Dewey! The Witchlock tree! It’s down here.”

“Oh, yeah. Where’s the bark he promised you? I thought–“

A knock interrupted his words.

Dewey flitted across the room and tugged open the door.

The prince pushed his way inside, carrying a glass box. “Your bark, kitten.”

Paige reached a hand toward the box and tugged at a large lock. She stared down at it with a frown. “How do I open this?”

Henry smacked her hand with a coy grin. “Uh-uh-uh. Not until after the wedding.”

He slid the glass box onto the vanity and offered Paige another grin as he slipped from the room.

Paige crossed her arms. “That guy is really getting on my last nerve.”

Dewey tossed a cube of cheese into his mouth and chewed it. “Yeah. Total jerk. His food is good though.”

“Stop eating that. It could be laced with poison!”

Dewey crinkled his nose and stared down at the cheese cube before sniffing it. “Nah, I think it’s okay.”

He shoved another into his mouth before flitting over to land on Paige’s shoulder.

She picked up the glass box and stared at it, shifting it around in her hands to search for a way to open it. “Well, not much choice here. Grab all the cheese you want because we’re about to escape.”

Dewey hurried over to the food and grabbed a handful of cheese and nuts before landing on Paige’s shoulder again.

Paige twisted her neck to look at him. “Here we go.”

She let the glass box fall from her hands to the marble floor below. Instead of shattering into pieces, the box smacked off the floor, bounced twice, and rolled to a stop near the large four-poster bed.

Paige screwed up her face, glancing at Dewey before she returned her confused gaze back to the glass box.

“Is it plexiglass?” Dewey questioned.

“No!” Paige said as she collected it from the floor and knocked on the side. “Glass. Glass-glass. Real glass. This should have broken into a million pieces.”

“Try again.”

“Seriously? I dropped it. Not gently, either.”

“Just try it again. Really smash it into the floor.”

Paige raised her eyebrows and shrugged. “Okay.”

She lifted her arms overhead and flung the box down. It rattled across the floor, unblemished. Their faces settled into unimpressed stares as they eyed the unbreakable box.

Paige picked up the box again. “We’re going to need to brainstorm another way to open that box.”

“Or get the bark ourselves. It’s outside, right?”

“Yes. At least, I think that’s it. Blue bark, purple foliage.”