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“Maybe not.” She shrugged her leather tote higher onto her shoulder. “But there’s magic in you, and if there’s magic in you, it has to come out.” “I thought magic was gone.” “Yes. No. It’s not what it once was. True magic is rare, but it sleeps in the veins.”
“Human?” She giggled at me. “You’re not human, honey.” “But…I’m…not…a…witch.” I forced each word out. “You said…” “I said maybe not,” she corrected me. “You obviously have no magical ties, or you would know. Your mother would have told you. But I think you are right. I don’t think you’re a witch. It doesn’t feel right.”
“It’s possible you aren’t something new. Maybe you are something forgotten.”
“And I am yours. I will protect you. I will serve you,” he promised. “You—my mate—above all others. It is my privilege to be your mate. It is my honor to love you.”
“And what if I’m—” “I chose you,” he repeated in a tone that brooked no further discussion. “I chose you, not just in that moment but for every lifetime. I chose you for eternity—and I will choose you every time.”
