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Roman Eliot

Eighteen

Roman Eliot

He didn’t tell Nora that he was worried. He didn’t want her to think that he was upset about her being a witch. And now that Glinda had confirmed that she wasn’t just a witch, she was something else, it made him worry. Worse, Glinda was the most powerful witch that he knew and she was sending him and his mate to a wizard.

An off-brand warlock.

Someone not born with magic, but who injected it into their blood. The magical equivalent of a drug dealer. But she had let him kiss her finally. And she was reading his thoughts. They were moving in the right direction. She trusted him, even though they barely knew each other.

But everything inside of him was screaming that this was a bad idea. It had taken so long to get Nora and now there was someone trying to take her away from him again. “Are you okay?” Nora asked.

He glanced over at her. “I’m fine. Why?”

“Because,” said Nora, “we got to Mordred’s mansion ages ago, and it’s been almost ten minutes, and you
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