Page 106 of Love's a Witch
“I’m quite sure they’re clean now.” I gasped, laughing as his mouth found mine again for a slippery kiss.
“Better safe than sorry.”
Laughter burst out.
And so did my magick.
I grabbed Knox, pulling him to one side of the shower, surprise causing me to freeze.
“Do you… do you see that?” I asked, squeezing his arm tightly as we stared.
A perfect sphere of fire hovered in midair.
Directly beneath the rainfall showerhead.
And it was not extinguished by the water.
“I do. My, my, Sloane. You do continue to impress, don’t you?”
“But how can this be?” My heart hammered in my chest. “I’ve already had fire. If I’m meant to have different magick every day, wouldn’t I not get fire again? Unless…”
“Unless we fixed your magick.” Knox grinned down at me as I gaped up at him.
“Do you think so? What if we did? I mean, this could be different fire from the first fire, right?” Excitement made me do a little shimmy in the shower, taking care not to touch the flame.
“Och, lass, I guess we’ll need to try to find out.” Knox tapped a finger on my nose.
Focusing on the ball of flame, I reached for my magick, and to my complete delight, the ball of fire disappeared. “I did it! I shut it off.”
“You did. And if you’re what I think you are, then you just might be a very powerful witch indeed. Come on, let’s dry off and go find Henry. He’s just the man you need for this situation.”
“He is?” I blinked up at Knox as he wrapped a luxurious bath sheet around me. I had to admire a man who invested in good towels. None of those little bath towels that barely fit around my body. No, these were quality, and I felt instantly cozy as my feet touched the heated floor. Honestly, I could get used to this luxe life.
“He might be. Henry has great depths, you see.” Knox picked up a towel and rubbed it over my hair.
When his hands came away, I gaped in shock at my dry hair in the mirror.
“How the hell did you do that?” I asked, reaching up to touch my dry strands. Screw fire, I wanted beauty magick. This would make life so much easier.
“Didn’t I tell you? My strengths lie in elemental magick. Your hair was wet, and water is an element. I just asked it to move on.”
“You asked the water in my hair to move on.” I shook my head, my dry hair flying around my shoulders, amazed at this new life full of magick I could now study. Where once I’d shunned it because I was scared I’d end up like my parents, I now found that I was genuinely interested in approaching magick with an open and curious mind. There was just so much to learn. “Then why didn’t you ask the snow to move on?”
“Even my magick has its limits, witchling.” Knox tugged a lock of my hair.
Pulling on my leggings from yesterday, Knox’s oversized jumper, and thick fuzzy socks of his, I followed him down to the library, where Henry had laid out breakfast on the table near the desk. The room was quiet, the large windows cracked open to a soft autumn breeze, and sunlight dappled the trees, a few amber leaves dotting their branches.
Until pandemonium broke loose.
In the form of three very chaotic familiars bursting through the doors. Blue swooped above Oswald, who streaked through the door, his eyes wide in a panic, while Haggis brought up the rear, his wheelchair rocketing across the soft rug in the library.
“Halt!” Knox shouted, holding up a hand, and they all skidded to a stop. “That’s enough. Play outside. We’re trying to have a nice breakfast here.”
Cheese?Blue drifted to me, and I caught him for a cuddle.
“Morning, buddy. Did you have a nice night?”
I did. I love it here. Haggis and Oswald are fun. Can we stay?
