Chapters (39)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- Teaser chapter
“Thanks. She was a good woman. I believe in an afterlife, though, and that gets me through.”
“Even now that you know all this about witches, daaeman , and other worlds?”
She smiled. “Especially now. What do you believe in?”
He shrugged. “Most witches take a patron goddess or god, but some of us are broader in our beliefs.”
“Let me guess, you’re broad.”
He looked down into the pot. “Yeah, but I believe in an afterlife.”
Theo reached over and pinched some herbs from a pot on the counter, then dropped them into the pot. The air popped with a burst of earth magick, teasing her nose with a whiff of freshly turned soil. Apparently, he’d just absorbed the charm he’d made.
He turned. “Don’t worry about the dog or your . . . thongs . . . hanging over the towel bar. Just go ahead and make yourself at home.” He paused, studying her with his intense eyes. “But, Sarafina, don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m not dangerous to you.”
A little thrill of alarm jolted through her veins. “What do you mean?”
He gave her a lingering, smoldering look that nearly singed off the fine hairs around her face and made a hot ribbon of want curl through her lower region. Her answer was in his dark eyes, on his face.
Oh. That.
Theo left the room, disappearing down the shadowed hallway.
Yes, she was beginning to realize just how dangerous he might be.
NINE
NINE
THEO SKATED HIS HANDS DOWN SARAFINA’S SMOOTH arms and decided immediately this was not a good idea. She needed someone else to help her learn to handle her fire magick. A witch of her own element, one who wasn’t attracted to her. God, she should have gone to stay with Adam and Claire.
Sarafina shivered a little and extended her arms the way he’d instructed. He set his palm on the seat of her magick, right between her breasts and tried to ignore just how much he enjoyed his hand there.
They stood in the center of fire’s brand-new training room. Thomas had spared no expense. Pads covered most of the floor, for practice in hand-to-hand combat. The walls and floor were all fire-resistant. Numerous tools were supplied for aiding new fire witches in learning the finer points of control . . . and Sarafina really needed to use them.
She had an incredible amount of raw talent in healing . . . but that’s where it stopped. Defensive fire magick seemed to be a skill beyond her grasp. It was a good thing she hadn’t tried to fight the demon in her apartment with magick; she’d have lost.
About ten feet away from them stood a large metal bowl on a pedestal. “Concentrate on hitting the bowl,” he said, using a little earth magick to help her draw her thread of power and keep it steady. “This will teach you control.”