Page 73 of Happily Ever Witch
Piggybacking off the ginger-mutant spell was simple. Esmeralda had done most of the work already, so it took very little of his recuperating powers to seize control and twist it to his liking. Her magic was green, the same as Trevelyan’s. Their powers were always going to be somewhat compatible, but this was… effortless.
It shocked him how the edges of his powers blended into hers. He barely even had to think about the witch’s energy to manipulate it. It flowed as easily as his own. They almost seemed like one. He had no idea how that was even happening, but it felt glorious.
The fathomless darkness of his magic spurred the normally sweet and defiant cookie-creatures into fearful action. Rising from their baking trays, they flung themselves at William. Icing fangs biting, raisin eyes narrowed in maniacal fury, almond claws gouging flesh… It was a massacre.
The snotty lizard screamed in soul-rending terror and pain. The noise was slightly garbled, because the cookiehe’d been eating had latched onto his long, lizard tongue and wouldn’t let go.
The sight of all the mayhem improved Trevelyan’s mood. “It really is a lovely spell you’ve concocted, darling.” And nowherenearwhat a level one could brew up. It was beautifully intricate and pulsing with chaotic energy. He was certain now that she was at least a level three. He had no clue as to why she’d lie about it, though. Most people wanted to appearmoremagical, not less. “Amazing work for someone so powerless.”
Esmeralda missed his sarcasm. She was occupied with being endearingly pouty. Giving up on William, she focused her villainous attention on more worthwhile matters. “I know! All the ingredients areperfect. But then why doesn’t it ever work for me?”
“You just need to find the right balance for your magic. That’s all.” Trevelyan slipped a soothing arm around her. He’d never attempted to reassure another living creature, but it came easy for him with his mate.
She rested her head against his shoulder, accepting his comfort.
Trevelyan breathed in her scent.
Just his.
Swarmed with rampaging ginger-mutants, William was in a panic. Trying to brush them off was futile. There were bakers’ dozens of them. The would-be usurper ran mindlessly out of the kitchen, through the palace, and into the yard, leaving a trail of cookie crumbs and blood behind him. Hard to say how far he’d get. The little frosted monsters were doing their best to devour him whole.
“Is he going to live?”
“Oh, I hope so. At least for a bit. I enjoy leaving my victims to suffer, even more than killing them outright.
“Maybe we should have given him warning, before we sicced the cookies on him.” Esmeralda mused.
“I told him my name. Thatwashis warning.”
“We could have gotten more information out of him, if you’d waited.”
“He was boring me.” Most everyone bored Trevelyan, except his devious little witch. Why was she hiding her magic level? It was very intriguing. “Surely you didn’t expect me to share my oolong with that dull, thieving lizard.”
“It wasn’t really going to be an issue, because we don’thaveany oolong.”
“We’ll make some.” Tea sounded like a marvelous idea to Trevelyan. “And we can have some of those wabeberry tarts he was talking about, too.”
One dark eyebrow arched. “Do you know how to make wabeberry tarts, Trev?”
“No… but the ginger-mutants just ran, ran, as fast as they can. I doubt we’ll catch them, now. And we’re going to needsomethingto go with oolong.” He tried a beguiling smile. “Doyouknow how to make wabeberry tarts, Ez?”
Her mouth twitched. Forty-nine percent Goodness or not, she was still delightfully Bad. And sometimes it seemed like she enjoyed his company as much as he enjoyed hers. Was he imagining that?
“I’d have to figure out what a wabeberry is first, but yeah.” She told him. “I’ve seen every baking documentary there is. I can probably make some tarts. Maybe we should trynotto enspell them to life, this time, though.”
“No promises, my darling.”
Esmeralda laughed.
Trevelyan grinned, his heart beating faster in his chest. He wasn’t imagining it. He definitely wasn’t boring her, either.
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