The Fairy-Tale Detectives (The Sisters Grimm, Book 1)

"Momma Bear, as lovely as ever," he said with a wink. "I hope the two of you are having a wonderful time."

 

 

"We are, thank you," Sabrina said sharply. Maybe she had acquired some of the bear's aggressiveness along with its body, because for the second time that night she thought she might like to swat someone with her paw. One quick swipe and she could probably take Charming's head clean off his shoulders. Instead, she smiled and did her best to curtsy, imagining how ridiculous this move looked from a twelve-hundred-pound bear.

 

"Please eat, drink, have a wonderful time. This celebration is for us," Charming said as he swept on to the center of the room.

 

"Friends, I am so happy that you could all attend the annual ball," he continued. "Each year we gather together as a community to toast our hard work and, most importantly, our patience."

 

Charming's words sent a frustrated rumble through the crowd.

 

"But once again, your support is needed to continue to build our community," he said. "There is still work to be done and we need your help to maintain services, to fund our fine police force, and various other community endeavors. So, I ask you, when you contribute tonight, give deeply. In fact, give until it hurts, or I'll put you all in jail!"

 

For a moment there was complete silence, and then, a broad, boyish grin sprang to Charming's face. The crowd burst into nervous laughter.

 

Suddenly, a woman pushed through the crowd. Her face was white with powder, as was the long wig she wore on her head. She had used a black pencil to accentuate her eyebrows and lips, and had drawn a large black mole on her left cheek. She wore a royal gown, decorated with large red hearts, and next to her stood two armed guards who, much to the girls' amazement, were playing cards.

 

"Prince, what are you doing about the giant?" the woman demanded.

 

The crowd grew silent but Charming merely smiled at her.

 

"Your majesty, it is such an honor to have the Queen of Hearts here at the gala," he said.

 

"You haven't answered my question," the queen snapped, eyeing the crowd to make sure all were paying attention. "I think the community deserves to know what you are doing to protect this town and if the money we give each year at this party of yours is well spent."

 

"Every Everafter can rest assured that my administration is on top of the problem," the prince said. "The sheriff and his deputies have been searching the forests and I have my best witches busy casting locator spells. And if that doesn't work, well, I'll just go lock up the next two-hundred-foot man I see."

 

The crowd chuckled at his joke.

 

"That's all fine and good, Charming," the queen replied. "But one must ask how a giant got loose in the first place. This kind of thing would never have happened in Wonderland. When I was ruler, people knew better than to try such shenanigans. You have to be firm with the criminal element."

 

Some of the crowd muttered in agreement, but Charming only smiled wider.

 

"Well, Queen, let's not go losing our heads over this," he said. The crowd roared with laughter, causing the Queen of Hearts to turn red with rage. "It's just one giant, and . . ."

 

"I've heard a rumor that you are actually controlling this giant," Sabrina said, hardly believing the words came from her mouth.

 

"Momma Bear, I never pegged you for a gossip," the prince replied. "Did this nasty little rumor you heard carry more information? For instance, why I would want a giant smashing up the town?"

 

"So you could buy the land back cheap and rebuild your kingdom," Sabrina replied.

 

Charming's face turned pale. "Nonsense," he muttered.

 

"What if the Grimms hear of this?" said the Queen of Hearts.

 

"Relda is already aware of it. The giant has carried her off," the prince informed her.

 

The crowd roared in shock.

 

"Relda Grimm is in the hands of a giant?" the queen cried.

 

"As is Mr. Canis," Charming added.

 

The crowd was silent and then a spattering of applause broke out. Many of the Everafters shook hands and patted one another on the back, while others looked worried and upset.

 

"Canis will finally get what's coming to him," a troll cheered.

 

"Take that back!" Daphne screamed. Sabrina tried to pinch her to be quiet, but her paws slid off her sister's tin body.

 

"People, unfortunately, this celebration is turning into a town hall meeting," Charming called above the noise. "If you have any further concerns I want you to know that my door is always open . . . between the hours of eight and eight fifteen every morning. Please call for an appointment. For now, let's dance, drink, be merry, and most of all, be ourselves, free of the disguises we all wear to fit into this pathetic, boring little town. The night is young, and by the grace of magic, so are we."

 

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