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Chapter One

“The point of aspell is to actually mute your output, not amplify it”

Monty’s voice was dry, and I scowled at him He was the resident witch for the Faelan Reservation—a position that theoretically overnment’s mouthpiece and enforcer, but in reality he did little ers, if and when needed He was also my cousin, and the only relative I had any contact with, let alone actually liked

“I a—”

“Then try harder” Aht now, blind Freddy could see the ebb and flow of your ic”

“It’s not like I have a lot of the goddamn stuff—”

“If ere just talking about personal ht be true But we’re not, are we?”

No, eren’t, thanks to the presence of wild nant with , and the energy that had almost killed her should certainly have destroyedh it was a connection no one, least of all me, had been aware of until I’d coo

I sucked in a frustrated breath and tried to envision the shield Monty was atteht the basics of controlling ical output at school, but Belle—asn’t only my best friend and a felloitch, but also one beyond that We’d run from Canberra, my parents, and enerally avoided witches ever since

But basic wasn’t going to cut it now Not when Clayton Marlowe—the bastard I’d been forced to marry—was on his way here to claim his errant bride and no doubt take what he’d been denied on our wedding night We had no idea when or how he’d arrive; we only knew the loo confrontation would not be pleasant And not only because our escape had made an utter fool of him, but because Belle had placed an anti-erection spell on hi him

“Start again,” Monty added “And this ti”

I did so The air shi threads of ic quickly formed a shield that I then attempted to draw back inside

This ti failed the instant it touched my skin

I growled in frustration “What the hell a?”