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But when she does remember… I can admit watching her power grow is cool. Some of the things she can do now with the flick of her fingers astonishes me.
Even if it is used for evil purposes.
We just need to find a way to get the old Silver back, so she can use this magic for good.
I miss my sweet tempered girl that loved to bake and write songs. The one who would sing as she cleaned.
Fuck, I just miss the way things used to be.
The prophecy was right though, she is the most powerful witch to be born.
I’m layingon a window seat, staring out at a mountain of lava when the bedroom door slams open, and an irate witch storms in with the Devil in tow.
Luke looks on the verge of hulking out in his monster form, and I’m hoping he does.
Maybe if Silver sees who she really married she will come to her senses and murder his ass. I think she’s powerful enough now.
“Not another word, Little Devil,” Luke hisses, and Silver turns to face him with a pout, placing her hands on her hips.
Her ass points toward me, and I can’t help how she still turns me on.
I don’t know why she’s always traipsing around half dressed, and I hate that she’s got black hair now. I miss her blood-red locks.
“No, Luke! All you ever want from me is my powers or my vagina. I am so sick of being stuck here! I need to get the fuckout of Hell. Kane gets to leave every once in a while, why can’t I go too?” Her voice wobbles, and I know soon she’s going to be whining and crying.
I don’t know why I still even care, but I don’t like seeing her upset. Surprisingly I’m not the only one. A huge bengal tiger comes padding into the room, heading right for Silver, pushing Luke out of the way.
“Michel,” Silver gasps as he places his head below her hand and pushes up, using her fingers to love on him. A loud purring fills the room, and I make sure to keep my eyes on the wild animal as I slowly climb higher.
“Well this is new,” a woman says as she walks in. Luke looks like he’s about to explode in a fit of rage, and Silver is now cooing to the tiger.
“It’s astonishing how much he loves you. He doesn’t even like my daughter, which reminds me. Luke, it's time.”
Luke’s nostrils flare and he stomps out of the room. Silver turns to the woman and raises an eyebrow. “Yes, well, Michel come. It’s time to welcome your sister.”
“Wait what?” Silver asks, but the woman ignores her, leaving out the door, and I watch as Silver reacts to being dismissed. Her hands shake and soon she’s shouting and throwing more fireballs.
Damn, remind me not to piss her off.
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These past few weeks have been Hell on Earth. Since the wedding, I can't seem to focus.
My mind keeps replaying the vows Silver said to Luke.
Like she genuinely loves him. The Devil! The man that took her from us.
How is that even possible? And I thought she lost her soul, but during the reception I could have sworn it was still in tact.
Clouded, but there.
I wish I could get some fucking answers, but all I have is more questions, including that damn Tarot reading.
Meeting with Kane was completely pointless and the bullshit Tarot reading he gave me has only confused me more.
I am no closer to finding Donovan, and Wellson is still in his sleep state.
It also didn't help that Rosina was the one to show up with my bike. It took a promise of dinner to get her to leave me alone. I've been able to postpone her, but time is running out. I'm still trying to think of an excuse to get out of that.