Disgraced

"You will be okay, don't you worry?"I said, breathing heavily. I pulled my hands away as I half ram half walked out of his office deciding I wouldn't use that spell on him again.

Another time, I cast a spell on his food that would make him feel ill and weak. He would often complain of stomach pains and fatigue, but no one could figure out what was causing it. Normal poisons wouldn't work on him so know one would suspect that his food was poisoned and he didn't disclose it, although I knew that he was hiding his discomfort, and it gave me a sense of power knowing that I was causing him harm.

As the days passed, I could see the toll my dark magic was taking on him. He was becoming more and more paranoid, always looking over his shoulder, and he was losing weight from the sickness spells. I was filled with a sense of satisfaction knowing that I was causing him pain, but deep down, I felt that I shouldn't do this to him. But why? I knew why though, he was my mate.

One night, as I was abo