Scent of Magic

Brishor walked with Meryl, his prized possession to the guest room where she was leading him. All the while his eyes were on her. He was burning with the need to be with her for she was still unclaimed. He knew that Chezzal was burning with the same need. Even though they had their little ‘reunion’ in the parlor, it was not enough. He just wanted to gather her in his arms and savor her, devour her for his whole life. 

Patsy was walking with Meryl and he wanted to pluck her away from her, feeling jealous that this maid behaved so possessively towards her. He wondered if he would have to take Patsy with them to Galdere when they left Windley with Meryl.

Brishor could have easily bought the castle and removed Alex in one fine move for Meryl, but there was something he didn’t like about the place. He could smell magic. It was not strong, but it wasn’t weak e