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Story: Bewitched
Est amage, I have yearned to hear you say those words. I am coming over…
A wave of panic washes over me.
Wait.
I am still processing the fact I’m actually a soul mate at all. I’m not really ready to face Memnon or deal with the reality of what being his mate actually means. Especially considering that the last time I saw him, he had just gone down on me, and that alone has my nerves and my heart all jumbled.
I want to talk, but my head is a mess, I admit.Can you come over tomorrow instead?
I may at least have some things sorted out by then.
From Memnon’s side I sense a massive amount of emotion being tamped down.
Tomorrow then…he agrees. After a moment, he adds,Sweet dreams, little witch…
No more sex dreams!I send back down our bond.
In response, I hear an echo of his laughter, the sound of it opening an ache in me so sharp, it’s hard to breathe around.
Memnon’s presence recedes from the bond, and though I’m sure I could still pass messages to him, it’s a clear signal that he’s giving me the space I just requested, space that now feels gapingly lonely.
I rub my forehead.
Memnon and I are really soul mates.
Fuck.
* * *
The next morning, right as I’m about to leave my room and head down to breakfast, I step on an envelope someone must’ve slipped under my door.
I bend and pick it up. It smells like rosemary and lavender, and the loopy scrawl of my name is written in iridescent ink.
Pretty.
I open the envelope and read the brief message inside.
You’ve been summoned to the private chambers of the high priestess of Henbane Coven. Please forgo your scheduled classes and come at once.
This…can’t be good.
In group-led witchcraft, there’s often a priestess, a witch who leads the spellcasting. Covens too have a version of this, and the witches who lead these regional groups are known as high priestesses.
I’ve never met Henbane’s high priestess before, but I’ve caught sight of her house several times since I was accepted into the coven. It sits like a castle in the woods to the north of campus. Climbing roses and wisteria cover the sides of the pale stone walls. Birds and butterflies flitter around it. It’s the definition of enchanting, though there’s an eeriness to it because it’s too enchanting, too lovely. It mesmerizes the eyes while unsettling the heart.
Magic, no matter how benevolently used, has that effect.
I step up to the large wooden door, Nero at my side, and reach for a knocker held between the fanged teeth of some primordial goddess. Before I can touch it, the knocker cackles.
“No need for that, Selene Bowers. We’ve been waiting for you,” the knocker says around the metal in her mouth.
Goose bumps break out across my skin at the small show of magic. The hinges of the door groan, and then it swings inward of its own accord.
I don’t know what I expect when I step inside—to be honest, I don’t know why I’m here at all—but I’m surprised to see the bare stone walls and smooth floor, the only decoration another primitive goddess figurine sitting in a nearby alcove, her arms raised above her head. Most witches tend to be maximalists, cluttering their walls and spaces with every conceivable knickknack. The lack of it all is strangely unsettling.
There are arched doorways and a myriad of rooms branching from the entryway, but it’s the stairway directly in front of me, the one cut like a slashintothe floor of the foyer that has my attention.
“Down here,” a woman calls from below.
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