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“You’re a bitch, and you could have warned me sooner.” The insult was overshadowed by how much he was shaking. “You could have called me before you decided to invest all your money.” Her smarter clients did. “It’s like you enjoy watching mortals suffer,” he hissed, and at that, Ellea was done. “Let me end your suffering for you,” she said, pressing the gun into his forehead.
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Familiars weren’t normally at celebrations, and they were never with their witches for so many years. They arrived in a young witch’s life when they needed guidance and left when they were ready to walk the world on their own.
The older woman’s bright sage eyes took in her only granddaughter. Ellea smiled as she admired her nana’s emerald dress and the numerous bangles and rings she wore. “You look stunning, Nana.” Her nana smirked, and her eyes glinted as she winked. “You look perfect tonight, Ellea Elizabeth.”
“You need no one but us and the stars. They are nothing but words and mean souls.”
“You are powerful and you are so damn beautiful.”
“My life has been spent looking for ways to change, ways to control this monster that I am destined to become, and I’m tired of it. I’m so tired of being stuck on the path my parents paved.” “I don’t think you are on a path at all. I think you are standing still, straddling the line of what our people expect you to be and what your magic naturally wants you to be,” he answered. He paused a moment before saying, “The fear your parents created is constantly at your back and you have not taken a moment to look forward.”
“What if you embraced things as they are and started living your life, not worrying about what is in the past or the future that isn’t here yet?”
The forest surrounding the town of Glenover was filled with towering oaks. The town itself was ancient, the oaks even older. Old and new magic alike existed in the forest, all untouched. It was why so many supernaturals found themselves there, whether they knew they wanted to be there or they happened upon the town by accident.
Garm was one of the first helhounds.
He would never let someone get hurt because of a curse that took anyone who loved the rulers of his family.
You need to figure out a way to harness your power, not smother it,
My powers didn’t like being close to her, and it has been a long time since they did that.”
She was one minute away from using her powers to kick this way-too-tall and way-too-handsome man out, but her powers didn’t rise in angst, ready to explode. Instead, they seemed settled, almost humming at the surface.
“Now, now…I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson,” he said calmly. The man only blinked up at him, as if Ros should understand that the girl needed to pay. Ros snarled in the man’s face as he gripped his hands hard. The sound of crunching rang through the alley. Flames lit up the darkness, then the wolven was screaming again, but this time it was real. Ros had crushed the man’s hands and then lit them on fire. No predatory man deserved to continue to breathe in this realm.
Ros grabbed him by the face, prying his mouth open, and terror-filled eyes looked up at him. He only smiled and sent his shadows down the throat of the man who had to learn his own lessons.
“You kicked my ass? Princess, that was foreplay. Next time, stick around and see how fun it can get.”
“I let you kick my ass. I would have done anything just to have your hands on me, hurting me, caressing me. You could have done whatever you wanted, and I would have thanked you for it.”
“Nah, I think I like ‘princess.’” A thoughtful look glittered in his eyes. “I will save Ellea for special occasions.”
would hate for her to have less of you to beat the shit out of.”
“I don’t think any type of pain could stop me from enjoying the sight of you kneeling before me.”
He grasped her hips to steady his descent, not that he needed it. He would have crashed to the floor in front of her, but he had to hold on to some dignity.
When Astrid turned fourteen and it was time for her familiar to leave, her father asked it to stay. Asked me to stay.
“Is this what dating is like?” he asked, taking a bite of steak. His mouth watered at the perfection of it. “Like what?” she asked, taking a sip of wine. “Bribes with food?” he asked.

