Page 75 of Scent Of Obsession

The heavenly sky beneath my mother had twisted my life in a dark fairy tale.

I was now free to create the same illusion as the Devil did. A daily daydream.

A fantasy.

Breathless, I held up the crimson fragrance in front of my eyes. My gut promised it was the one. A burgundy smoke danced inside the vial, the particles hitting the end of it like fairy dust. I hadn’t dosed it at the strongest yet. I had to know if it’d work first.

I grabbed a scent strip and plunged it inside the vial. I feared Radcliff and I would pay the price of our differences. Our worlds were never meant to cave in together. The underworld was never meant to rise above. As for the flowers, they flourished in the daylight.

I released the strip slowly. The aphrodisiac wasn’t only the deadliest weapon. It was my key to Radcliff’s soul. I decided to have faith in the good within the Devil. To believe. In a way, it was a hellish ultimatum. His redemption or my destruction. A gain and a loss. A balance.

A cloud of perfume filled my nostrils when I brought my nose to the strip. A bolt of heat warmed my belly, and my breath cut, inhaling the aroma.

I was transported to paradise.

Heaven.

Euphoria.

A tear of pleasure descended down my cheek.

The Witch had made the aphrodisiac.