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Silver carefully adds the ingredients, going as slow as molasses.

“They won't explode,” I mutter and she jumps, splashing some Daybloom on the desk.

“Sorry, this is all so new to me,” she complains, placing the ingredients back onto the desk and grabbing the giant spoon. I take her hand helping her stir.

Moving closer to her, my chest is now against her back and I relish in how she relaxes against me.

Luke better watch out, or I may try to steal his bride from him.

Lifting the feather, I place it into the cauldron.

Swirls of colors fill the liquid and Silver gasps.

“That’s amazing.”

Stepping back from her, I move to the side, taking her hand.

“Close your eyes and repeat after me. Magicum violeta.”

“Magicum violeta,” Silver whispers with awe.

“Open your eyes,” I say, leaning in to speak into her ear, softly.”

The black feather now floats above the liquid a gorgeous shade of purple.

Silver reaches out her hand, but stops.

“It's completely safe.”

Taking it from the air, she smiles and turns to me.

“I know spells and living in Hell can be daunting, but magic is all about balance. Good and evil. It's what you choose to make it, love. Don't count yourself out on being a witch just yet. There are countless things I can teach you.”

Sighing, she boops me on the nose with the tip of the feather and laughs.

She thinks her soul is dark, but she's wrong. It's shadowed, but the light is fighting to break through.

I just hope Luke doesn't destroy the good in her completely.

CHAPTER SEVEN

LUKE

Today has been annoying. I can’t seem to get a moment alone to even take a piss. I’m standing in the bathroom now, with Thimon behind me, asking me questions and checking things off on his tablet.

He's complaining about Silver again, and I'm ready to throttle him. I get it he doesn't like her, but I don't fucking care.

Sighing, I yawn and rub my face, then finish my business and wash my hands. A glance in the mirror shows how tired I am.

I knew that having Silver here would cause some chaos, but I never imagined this extent.

The Council is up my ass about her not being of true blood. I don't give a fuck that her grandmother married a mortal.

She is the one prophesied. She will be beside me on the throne.

Reaching for a hand towel, I quickly dry my hands, and Thimon sighs again.

“Out with it!” I snap, and he drops his eyes to the stone floor.