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“Better?” Sloan whimpers. But not from pain. From pleasure. Her voice is bordering on orgasmic.
“Much. Thank you.”
Sloan clears her throat. “No problem. What, um… What caused that influx?”
“I don’t know. It happens sometimes. Usually, I can control it, but it wasn’t going to let me this time. I needed to release.”
“It’s happened before?” Sloan asks.
“A few times.”
“For how long?”
Daisy adjusts her positioning, finally taking her hands from Sloan’s and putting a couple of inches between them. “A few weeks or so. Only since I merged with my grimoire. I’m still getting used to the increased abilities.”
Sloan straightens, running her hands along her thighs. She nods but doesn’t ask anything further. There’s a flash of something in her eyes, but it’s gone before Daisy can fully make sense of it.
“How did you know you could do that? Be a vessel or whatever?”
“My mom did it a couple of times for me when I was young. Learning to control our powers is hard, and it’s helpful to have that option when it gets a bit too much,” she responds, sounding more like herself as the magical glow around her diminishes.
“Does it hurt?”
“No. It’s oddly soothing. You feel a little drunk on the power for a few minutes, but that passes relatively quickly as the surge gets absorbed and neutralized by my own magic.”
“Well, folks, that concludes the hayride. Please feel free to visit the other booths and attractions around the farm, and don’t forget to pick up some of our homemade cider too!” the driver calls.
“Best hayride I’ve ever been on,” Sloan says, smiling softly at Daisy.
Daisy swallows. “Me too.”
CHAPTER 18
Sloan
“Do you think we should ride it again since we didn’t actually see anything along the path?” Sloan asks, laughing softly.
“It’s a hayride on a farm. I think we can figure out what it would have looked like.”
“Probably.”
“Hiya, ladies,” Barker says, appearing behind them as if someone conjured him from thin air. “How was the ride?”
Daisy and Sloan respond simultaneously.
“Wonderful! Such a lovely location.”
“It was great! You have a beautiful farm here.”
He smiles brightly back at them. “Glad to hear it. Don’t forget to get a cider sample—it’s ciderific!”
Sloan and Daisy pass a glance and share a smirk. “We won’t forget,” Sloan responds, holding in a laugh. “Before we go try the cider, though, I need to make a stop at the little witches’ room. Where would I find it?”
“It’s around the corner of the gift shop building over there,” Barker says, pointing to a red and brown building across the way.
“Great. I’ll be right back,” she says. As she steps away, she sees Stanley bounding toward Daisy and Barker, fur bouncing in the wind as he gallops joyfully toward his owner.
She finds the bathroom without issue and takes a peek inside the gift shop as she passes it on her way back to Daisy. The shop is bustling with families as they peruse various baked goods and little decorative trinkets lining the walls.
