Authors: Tracey H. Kitts
“I understand,” I said, patting his arm. “At least you don’t have to worry about being stalked anymore.”
He shivered. “Apparently she never stopped following me, I just didn’t know it.
That’s more disturbing than I can put into words.” Once we were alone Liam began to strip. “I need a bath,” he said. “I need to cleanse myself of the evil I felt there, of the taint of her magic. Please, join me.” While the tub filled, we finished undressing and as I looked at him, I knew we had to talk. Even without the craving, I wanted him. I needed him. My heart didn’t beat the same when he was near. Sure, the pace was faster, but that’s not what I mean.
Whenever Liam was around, every single beat belong to him. Every pitter-patter took me closer to something so wonderful I didn’t have a word for it.
“I love you,” I said.
The suddenness of my words made him turn to me.
“Even without the craving. Your magic only strengthened what I already felt. Let me at least take one good thing away from all this, something I can hold onto.” His smile melted my heart. “You can hold on to any part of me you like. Without you, I wouldn’t be here.”
“What do you mean?”
Liam stepped down into the tub while it finished filling and reached for me. “With the awful magic that Rachel was absorbing, nothing else could have saved me.”
“Explain to me that whole true-love dust business.” 158
“I used your hair to make that dust. When you said you loved me and through your touch, let me know about the spell, the answer came to me. The protection of true love was the only thing that could save my soul.”
I snuggled against him as I contemplated his words. “Really? I’ve got to tell you, that sounds like something out of a fairy tale.” He laughed softly. “Didn’t you know? True love always wins. It’s practically in the fae shaman rule book.”
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A week later, I’d moved in with Liam and for the moment, my fortune telling business was on hold. With Liam’s help, I planned to learn more about my witchy ancestry and get in touch with my own inner magic. Who knows what I might be capable of one day?
The instant Rachel died, her spell over Gunthar, the Goblin King, was lifted. The last I heard he and Nym were continuing their relationship, minus any witches.
Aurora still refused to let Nym give her any dating advice. Instead, she’d signed up for a dating service and promised to stop telling men she is a siren.
Liam contacted Marco and thanked him again for his help. Without giving away all the details, he let the wolf king know we’d found our man and he wasn’t a werewolf.
Cernunnos left the city and the temperature returned to a normal but cool forty-five degrees. He’s promised to return near the end of December and I look forward to seeing him for a social visit that doesn’t involve a manhunt. Or in this case, I suppose it was a womanhunt. Either way, it will be good to see him.
As for our relationship, Liam and I are doing great. As soon as he kissed me again, the craving for him returned. I, however, never saw that as a bad thing. With his magic, Liam has bound me to him, lengthening my life a little more each day. Basically, as long as he lives, so do I. The strangest thing is, this binding magic didn’t require a spell.
Simply being loved by him is enough. As long as he loves me, I will continue to live well beyond my human capabilities.
When he explained this to me, I couldn’t help but think about what Rachel said about her parents. The thought of ending up that way was frightening. But what do the good guys have to fear? I mean, it’s not as if we were trying to kill Oberon. I’ve often wondered why Rachel became my friend in the first place. Maybe she was waiting for the right time to set her plan into motion. Or maybe for a little while, she tried to have a normal life. I’d probably never know the truth. Then again, I have a very long time ahead of me to contemplate the question.
According to the fairy king, when Liam draws near the end of his very long life, Oberon will grant him immortality. This includes youth and extends to his life-mate.
“I’m not sure how to deal with that,” I said to Liam. “When people say they want to be together forever, most don’t actually have the possibility. That’s a little daunting.” The shaman was reclined on the bed with a book and looked up from his reading.
“Isn’t Happily Ever After grand?” he teased.
I stretched out beside him. “It’s pretty damn good so far. Don’t get me wrong. I love you, but the thought of forever is a lot to take in.” 160
He smiled. “You’ve got a long time to get used to it. But I wouldn’t worry about it now.”
“Because tomorrow you meet Oberon.”
About the Author
This multi-published author has been writing stories for her own entertainment since she was a child. Tracey has always been drawn to the macabre, with a fondness for anything with fangs. She writes what she enjoys reading in the hopes that others will enjoy her stories as well. Her main goal as a writer is to put emotions into words.
She wants people to feel something when they read her work.
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