Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 115432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Sorry, I can’t hear you. I’m sort of gawking at your body right now.” I beamed, resting my head on my pillow, my eyes glued to the deep V cut at his waist, which led to my gaze following the path and the grin on my face widening.
He chuckled, not at all hiding himself. “What a dirty little mind you have, witch.”
“What a big…tool you have, vampire,” I shot back and then giggled at myself.
“I shall get you food before you distract us both,” he said and left in a blink of my eye, giving me time to shift onto my back and sit up slightly on the pillow.
Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I concentrated on my magic and let it flow through me. I did my best…well, I was taught never to use my magic for mundane things. If you needed to light a fire, get a match, Druella. Don’t be lazy. It’s only a cut, Druella. Let your body heal on its own. Get used to pain. It will make you stronger. My uncle would always lecture me if I used my magic for anything and everything I could when I was a kid. I hated that he and the elders kept telling me when and how to use my magic. But somewhere along the way, I just did as they ordered me.
If I were going to break the most crucial rule and be with a vampire, what was the point of keeping all the little rules here?
There was none.
So I was going to finally just do what I wanted and be free here.
“Mmh,” I muttered as the pain began to melt away, the magic in me flowing and buzzing. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I did was kick my leg up as high as I could, rolling my ankle a few times before I quickly shot up and sat in the center of the bed. “Much better.”
But I wasn’t done there, either. Outstretching my hands, I wiggled my nose like I was Samantha from the old TV show, and the bag I had brought with me appeared. Hopping out of bed, I checked around for the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, I used magic to fix my hair, wash my face, and brush my teeth while soft music played, all the things I wanted to do at home but never did. Spinning, I finished my evening look with a short off-the-shoulder lace lingerie dress.
When I stepped back into the room, Theseus sat on the edge of the bed with a whole massive spread of perfectly sliced fruits from oranges, strawberries, apples, and pineapples. Also, my favorite sandwich, soup, a bag of chips, along with juice and water, were all neatly arranged on a large picnic tray table.
“Is this all for me?” I laughed but only because I was so amazed and hungry. I dropped my bag down to sit in front of the goodies. “Thank you, but I really can’t eat this much.”
“Feel free to eat as much as you can,” he said, resting back against the backboard of the bed…still naked. “Feel free to do anything, as you were, with your magic.”
“You saw me?” I asked as I popped a grape into my mouth.
“I could smell it since there was a lot of it. You, more than the rest of your coven, always give off different scents when you use your magic.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s hard to describe truly. Usually, witches smell of nature, like grass, trees, the forest. Your scent is an array of scents and changes. When you are mad, you smell like fire, ash in the sky, and when you are calm, like fresh rain. When you are delighted and ecstatic, your scent awakens memories of pastries and sweets I have long since forgotten the taste of.”
“Wait? Usually? So only me?” Great, another thing that made me stand out.
“No,” he replied thankfully. “Others in your circle, as well, have an array of scents but none as strong or vast as yours.”
“What is my scent now?”
“It shifts from spices to sweets.”
“That must be annoying to your nose—”
“No, I enjoy it. As I enjoy seeing you use your magic like this. It reminded me of when you were a young child. You used to use magic freely in the forest.”
I paused mid-bite, frowning. “Don’t say it like that. It makes you sound like an old man.”
“I am more than an old man. I very well may be ancient in comparison to you,” he replied.
“Yeah, yeah. I know you are a thousand years old and whatever. That doesn’t bother me. What does is you thinking I am too young. That I am still a child.”
“You are definitely young but no child in my eyes,” he replied gently. Satisfied, I happily took a bite out of my sandwich. “My point was how happy you are whenever you use your magic the way you wish. The look on your face now is completely different than one I have grown used to seeing while in the forest.”