When he asked about any current hobbies, her voice had very little affect. When he brought up her family, her mouth tightened imperceptibly. And when he brought up her magic… Ivy’s mismatched eyes lit up. Her posture relaxed and her hand—whichever one wasn’t holding her fork or wine glass—gesticulated as she spoke, explaining whatever little tidbit of information he’d been curious about. She came alive when discussing spell work for clients, herbal mixtures she’d perfected over the years or the ones she still needed to tinker with, and the festival days she attended with other Witches. Silas
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