Ralph’s breathing was deep and steady, his hand resting protectively on my waist, as though he could somehow guard me from whatever thoughts filled my mind.
Staring at his face, brushing my lips across his jawline in a soft, lingering kiss. My heart pounded against my chest, not from desire this time, but from the weight of what I was about to do. The fear and the doubts echoing in my head
Will everything work out fine?
What if it doesn’t work?
What if I'm caught?
I hope the spell works because Ralph has always blocked me out from using my powers on him, but the Keeper had assured me that this is an ancient spell and he will be entrapped. Surely.
Gently, I whispered into his ear, sweet words at first that masked the true intent behind my touch. My lips hovered near his neck, the warmth of his skin against mine almost breaking my resolve. But I had to focus. I had to do this for me, for my child.
The Keeper’s words from the dream echoed in my mind, a spell that would plunge him into
