Beauty Beheld: A Retelling of Hansel and Gretel (The Becoming Beauty Trilogy Book 3)

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Beauty Beheld: A Retelling of Hansel and Gretel (The Becoming Beauty Trilogy Book 3) Page 29

by Brittany Fichter


  “A thief?” Liesel’s father stormed over to where Ilsa stood and glowered down at her. “We finally hear of a healer that might be able to cure your daughter, and when I take her there, you call me a thief?” His face was red, even in the light of the flame, and each angry word cut Liesel’s heart like a knife. She wanted so much to plead for him to stop, to wait until her grandfather came home. He knew much more about the forest than her father did. Shouldn’t they ask him if he knew about this village in the great forest before they set out for it? But she knew from experience that her pleas would only make her father angrier.

  “Liesel!” Warin barked, still holding Ilsa’s glare. “We’re leavin’!” With that, he threw the last bundle into their rickety cart, jumped in, and clicked at the horse. Liesel stood, frozen in terror behind it as it began to roll away. Without a word, Ilsa turned and ran inside the house.

  “Grandmother!” Liesel shrieked, unable to move her feet. She could hear the cart stop behind her, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t leave her grandmother. Not like this. As the shriek left Liesel’s lips, Ilsa sprinted back out of the house clutching a large, colorful, bound leather book to her chest. She shoved it into Liesel’s arms.

  “Whatever you do,” she sobbed fiercely to her granddaughter, “you must escape those woods!” Warin’s large arms closed around Liesel’s waist before lifting her and roughly dropping her into the back of the cart. Ilsa still cried out. “Come back to me, no matter what!”

  Tears streamed down Liesel’s face as she watched her grandmother fall to her knees, wailing as she grew smaller and smaller in the distance.

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