Roman Eliot

Forty-six:

Roman Eliot

"Just, for the record, I hate high heels," Nora told him, "And don't get used to me going to fancy events."

Roman smirked at her. "This is for your cousin."

"I know." She smiled a little. "Are you comfortable with this?"

"I should be asking you that. Your family were the ones that were originally in charge of this coven. You're the one that's giving up something."

"I'm fine," Nora said, "I've still got my magic. I've got you. Winter's going to make a great High Priestess. We just need to work together to make sure that Merrick doesn't come back and try to take over again."

"You don't feel like running?" Roman asked.

It had been a little over a month since they had managed to make Merrick disappear. He hadn't heard from Glinda, but he suspected that she was doing everything she could to try to save him from himself. That was what you did when you were in love with someone. It was