Amelia nodded. “They rescued me from a world they thought was in league with the devil, and they combated that with the only weapons they knew to protect me. Their own brand of fundamentalist Christianity. It won’t change anything, but in their way, I think they loved me.”

“I think you’re right. So why do you think Daisy wanted a meeting tomorrow?”

“I’ve no idea. It’s strange. She wasn’t herself.”

“Someone else wasn’t themselves today,” Byron said.

“Who?”

“Alexis. She was distracted all day, and that’s not like her. I think being in love is a learning process for her.”

Amelia smiled. “I’m sure it is. It was for you.”

“True, but I’m still learning, believe me. How did witch school go today?” Byron asked.

Amelia chuckled. “Witch school? I suppose it is. Great. We were meditating. She was trying to train me to control the voices of my ancestors. Only when I harness them can I use magic. I think it’s going to take a lot of practice.”

Byron kissed her head. “Yes, I’m sure. You’ll be fantastic—I know it.”

Amelia lifted her head from Byron’s chest and kissed her chin. “It turns out my love and passion for you open me up to my ancestors.”

“Oh yes?”

“Yes, so Magda told me,” Amelia said.

“So that means it’s better for your development as a witch if you keep acting passionate with me?”

“Yes, are the staff still around?” Amelia grinned.

“I dismissed them for the evening. We won’t be disturbed, and besides I can hear anyone coming for a mile away.”

Amelia placed little kisses on Byron’s mouth, then licked all around her lips with the tip of her tongue. Byron groaned and Amelia laughed.

“You might have super hearing but I think you might be distracted when I’ve finished with you.”

“Someone’s feeling frisky,” Byron said.

“I’m just feeling full of energy just now, and you are the only one I want to use it with.”

Amelia slid onto the floor and kneeled in front of Byron. She then unbuttoned her blouse slowly, never taking her eyes off Byron, and threw it to the side.

She was pleased to see Byron’s eyes glowed red and kept transfixed on her. Next she unclipped her bra and discarded it. Byron made almost a growling noise, and she noticed Byron’s teeth had erupted.

Amelia crawled forward and leaned over Byron’s lap. She squeezed Byron’s strap-on through her trousers, and Byron groaned.

“Would you like me to suck your cock, Principe?”

Byron grasped Amelia’s hand and placed it on her buckle. Amelia grinned. She loved this. She loved being this for Byron, was more to the point. Before she met Byron, Amelia didn’t consider herself a confident sexual being, but Byron taught her and gave her the confidence to unleash the raw sexuality inside her.