Three Kings

by Freydís Moon

Witchcraft wasn’t exactly cute. Spit, blood, semen, bone, flesh, hair. It always called for something.

“Peter happens to captain a fishing rig, and you happened to swim into his net. And by the good grace of Hecate, he happens to have a witch for a spouse. So, let’s all take a breath and be thankful to know one another.”

Magic came with a cost. Every time. Every ritual. But he hadn’t expected to find a stranger worming past his defenses, and he certainly hadn’t prepared for Nico Locke to take any interest in his personal life. Magic made threads, though, and theirs had formed a stubborn knot.

Nico huffed. “You’re tiny and awful. You know that, right?”