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serious repercussions. At the time, I believed that.
“Nothing,” I told her. “I was just thinking about the unbalanced energy. I think I may know how to fix it.” It made me sick how easily the lie fell from my lips.
“Ms. Willow just told us that I wouldn’t get my memories back and that someone hired her to hex me, and you’re thinking about the energy imbalance?” She ripped herself out of my arms and took a few steps to put space between us. I would let her be pissed at me for this because I knew if she knew the truth, she might hate me.
“It’s nice to see where your priorities are,” she said, turning to face me. “I don’t get you, Dorian. One minute we’re discussing my problem, and the next you either disappear or start thinking about something else. I hate that I have to depend on you and Fiona to fix me, but you guys are my only hope, if I even have one.” Her shoulders sagged, and she crossed her arms. “I just need to know you’re taking this serious.”
I moved toward her, and she tensed, but I didn’t stop until we were so close that our shoes touched. The anger contorting her face smoothed while she looked up at me.
“There is nothing in this world I take more seriously than you.” I fingered a stray strand of her hair, wrapping it around my index finger. “You, cupcake, are mine, and I take that very seriously.” I dropped the stray strand and slid my hand along her neck until all of my fingers were tangled in her ebony hair. Leaning down, I brought our mouths together and captured her bottom lip. At first she didn’t respond, but when my tongue caressed a path along the seam of her lips, her jaw slackened and willingly invited my tongue into her mouth. I groaned at the connection, my grip on her hair tightening as I wrapped an arm around her waist to draw her into me. Her breasts pressed against my front and made me want to rip our clothes off so that I could feel her skin against mine. I wanted to feel her hot breath against my lips as I filled her, hear her wanting moans as I drove into her hard and fast. I wanted to fuck her into oblivion only to bring her back and fuck her again. But none of that could happen, not when the truth of what I had done weighed on my chest, not when she may hate me after finding out that I had ruined everything and had no clue how to fix it—how to fix her.
I HAD BEEN listening to Fiona recount our past for the last two hours. She spoke with Ms. Ozland and learned that spells revolving around the mind were tricky and dangerous. There were spells to take me back in time so that I could see a memory, but since I couldn’t remember anything, someone who shared it with me would have to be with me. Ms. Ozland suggested we try it as a last resort, and that my best chance at regaining my memories was through doing things I usually did in my everyday life. Fiona thought if she told me enough stories about our life and myself that something may click and surface. So far, nada.
While I couldn’t remember the stories she told me, that didn’t mean I wasn’t enjoying hearing them. Fiona told me one where I demonstrated a green thumb potion for a customer at my shop and the plant ended up shooting through my roof. Magic was amazing and it bummed me out that I couldn’t remember it. Though Ms. Willow didn’t have faith that I would regain my mind … I did. I decided to stick to the bright side instead of lose myself to the darkness of negativity. Besides, why would I listen to Ms. Willow?
As Fiona started another story, one revolving around a love potion gone awry, I thought about Dorian. I knew he knew something and wasn’t telling me. What I didn’t know was why. I gripped my bottom lip between my pointer finger and thumb, pulling slightly as I relived that kiss in my bedroom. It had been powerful. After it was over, he took a deep breath and left me standing in my room staring after him. Currently, he stood in the kitchen with his cell phone
“Nothing,” I told her. “I was just thinking about the unbalanced energy. I think I may know how to fix it.” It made me sick how easily the lie fell from my lips.
“Ms. Willow just told us that I wouldn’t get my memories back and that someone hired her to hex me, and you’re thinking about the energy imbalance?” She ripped herself out of my arms and took a few steps to put space between us. I would let her be pissed at me for this because I knew if she knew the truth, she might hate me.
“It’s nice to see where your priorities are,” she said, turning to face me. “I don’t get you, Dorian. One minute we’re discussing my problem, and the next you either disappear or start thinking about something else. I hate that I have to depend on you and Fiona to fix me, but you guys are my only hope, if I even have one.” Her shoulders sagged, and she crossed her arms. “I just need to know you’re taking this serious.”
I moved toward her, and she tensed, but I didn’t stop until we were so close that our shoes touched. The anger contorting her face smoothed while she looked up at me.
“There is nothing in this world I take more seriously than you.” I fingered a stray strand of her hair, wrapping it around my index finger. “You, cupcake, are mine, and I take that very seriously.” I dropped the stray strand and slid my hand along her neck until all of my fingers were tangled in her ebony hair. Leaning down, I brought our mouths together and captured her bottom lip. At first she didn’t respond, but when my tongue caressed a path along the seam of her lips, her jaw slackened and willingly invited my tongue into her mouth. I groaned at the connection, my grip on her hair tightening as I wrapped an arm around her waist to draw her into me. Her breasts pressed against my front and made me want to rip our clothes off so that I could feel her skin against mine. I wanted to feel her hot breath against my lips as I filled her, hear her wanting moans as I drove into her hard and fast. I wanted to fuck her into oblivion only to bring her back and fuck her again. But none of that could happen, not when the truth of what I had done weighed on my chest, not when she may hate me after finding out that I had ruined everything and had no clue how to fix it—how to fix her.
I HAD BEEN listening to Fiona recount our past for the last two hours. She spoke with Ms. Ozland and learned that spells revolving around the mind were tricky and dangerous. There were spells to take me back in time so that I could see a memory, but since I couldn’t remember anything, someone who shared it with me would have to be with me. Ms. Ozland suggested we try it as a last resort, and that my best chance at regaining my memories was through doing things I usually did in my everyday life. Fiona thought if she told me enough stories about our life and myself that something may click and surface. So far, nada.
While I couldn’t remember the stories she told me, that didn’t mean I wasn’t enjoying hearing them. Fiona told me one where I demonstrated a green thumb potion for a customer at my shop and the plant ended up shooting through my roof. Magic was amazing and it bummed me out that I couldn’t remember it. Though Ms. Willow didn’t have faith that I would regain my mind … I did. I decided to stick to the bright side instead of lose myself to the darkness of negativity. Besides, why would I listen to Ms. Willow?
As Fiona started another story, one revolving around a love potion gone awry, I thought about Dorian. I knew he knew something and wasn’t telling me. What I didn’t know was why. I gripped my bottom lip between my pointer finger and thumb, pulling slightly as I relived that kiss in my bedroom. It had been powerful. After it was over, he took a deep breath and left me standing in my room staring after him. Currently, he stood in the kitchen with his cell phone
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