Agatha closed her eyes and could almost feel the phantom touch of Ira’s fingertips as they ran down her bare back. She could nearly taste his lips as they turned insistent the further she deepened their kiss. Ira had been afraid, until that night. Afraid someone would see them together and harm Agatha for being with a man of his station. A man of his origin. That was the night she defied the laws of her kind for the first time. She told Ira she was a witch and that no one could harm her. They spent the whole of the night with legs tangled tight and her heart swelling. With Ira’s breath against
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