Spell Petunia Novels & Stories

No, not a dog, a. "Puka," I whispered in horror as my hand went for my sword. "It's a puka." "Easy now, Seren." Tiernan was immediately beside me; his hand on my arm. "This is a twilight puka. See; she doesn't have the fire eyes of an unseelie puka. Your magic claimed her when you laid your hand on her. She will never hurt you. Look at her; she loves you already. Pukas, once claimed, are loyal to the death."

0f course, he did. I give Julien a weakened smile and we exchange a few sentences of small talk before I thank him for driving ways here. Waving goodbye from the window as he slips into his car again, I pretend not to rush to the unknown contents that hide inside the white-encased box. There are cursive letters in black, engraved into the cardboard material, reading Matériau Féminin. Gnawing on the skin of my lip, all I do is shake mny head at a parallel memory that comes into mind when we spent time together in this very store, replacing the various lingerie of mine that he has ripped.