Page 71 of November Reign
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Any longer and we’ll be stuck together.”
“I’m okay with that.”
Eventually he got me into the shower, then dressed and sitting in front of a large coffee mug. Sadly, it was time to face reality. We couldn’t stay in bed forever.
The morning was taken up by fielding calls from other covens answering questions about the battlewith Basil, or the battle for Northarbor, as many were calling it. Damon was answering as many as he could himself, including one from the mayor, Ulrian Darkglade. That call he ended up passing to me.
“Thank you for the call, Mayor Darkglade. I’m glad we could put an end to the troubles within the coven.”
“With minor property damage, if only the shifters could do the same,” the mayor’s cultured voice held a sneer.
“Well, when their vehicles are attacked, there is a chance of damage to buildings.” I would not be voting for the fae come next election.
“Quite. I trust you won’t be leaving any more bodies for us to recover?”
“No. I will cover the cost of Basil’s arrangements. No need for a funeral. Aster’s family will be in touch. We will come to an agreement with them.”
“Fine. Good day to you.” He ended the call before hearing my response.
“Charming.”
“Yeah, he’s a real peach. Listen, there’s something I wanted to ask you. Do you have a minute?” Damon looked uncharacteristically nervous.
“Sure.”
“Okay. Gimme a second, I just need to grab something.” He rushed from the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Now that the grimoire was safe, I didn’t have to leave it locked away. We could return to the original coven house, though I preferred this one. Maybe we could keep it and use the old house for single witches or a couple of new families to live in. The meeting hall was near the old coven house. We could still use it for coven gatherings keeping the mansion separate. I just liked the idea of having a sanctuary away from coven drama.
“Here,” Damon brandished something at me. A stone that glowed.
Automatically, I reached for it. As soon as it came into contact with the palm of my hand, I jolted.
Power filled me. A raging torrent of it rushed through my veins.
I blinked and found myself outside in the yard. Like Damon had when he’d gotten his powers, I’d teleported!
Damon waved from the window. At least I hadn’t gone far. I trudged back inside while I tried to adjust to the vast well of magic I had inside me.
Just as I got inside the library where Damon was waiting for me, he thrust the grimoire at me. Again, I took it automatically.
It glowed! The magic inside it flared as I was chosen.
“Tag. Not it!” Damon laughed and then ran. “Thyme is Head Witch!”
Oak found me sitting on the floor, the book open in front of me. My name was already listed as the High Witch under Damon’s. It was too bizarre to comprehend.
“He told me you’d be here. Are you okay?”
“Damon gave me his magic.”
“Not all of it, no. He learned of a spell to give you nearly half.”
“Half?” I almost choked.
“Thyme… Damon’s come to love his magic, but he doesn’t want all this.” Oak was sympathetic.
“No. He wants to be with the demons, doesn’t he?”
