Spellbound
It also feels like the gentleness and kindness of the sprites has worn off on the coven, keeping them grounded and focused on positive magic.
“How many turquoise lights are in the castle and forest now?” Rich asks, smirking at my brother’s long-term infatuation with Daphne.
“At last count, I found 104,” Xander says pulling out a chair for me to sit.
“Not only that,” I say, rubbing the cramp in my stomach. “But apparently, witches and warlocks are very attractive to the sprites. There’s always a lot of chatter about how big and warm they are, especially if they are doing their magic and creating any sort of light.”
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