from the sky. Right?’ I say, confused at the point I was trying to make.
Mel looks the way I feel. ‘Yeah, right. You go outside and I’ll wait here.’
‘You’re not coming with me?’
‘It says that only one person should perform the ritual, so as not to confuse the energies. This spell uses the most powerful forces of the supernatural world.’ Mel continues to read the instructions. ‘It was used by kings and sorcerers in the ancient world and calls forth great magical powers. Vivid dreams and astral travelling are signs that the spell has worked.’
The ingredients are ready to go, so I move out into the backyard and set myself and the witches’ brew up on my temporary altar, AKA my outdoor picnic setting. My heart has slowed a little but the fire of anger is still luminous.
Satisfied everything is ready to go, I wind the clock back to ten minutes before midnight, hold it against my chest and begin to recite the spell.
‘Back in time, back in time,
Back before I made you mine,
Rewind, rewind,
For another you shall find.’
I then wind the clock back to six and continue the spell.
‘The path we took was no good,
Beside you I never stood,
Erase me from your mind,
For another you shall find.’
I wind the clock back to twelve again and finish the spell.
‘Another on that night,
Will be in your sight,
Erase me from your mind,
Another you shall find.’
I strike a match, its iridescent glow temporarily blinding me, and set fire to the contents of the metal bowl. As if on cue, the wind slows and a small crack of thunder rumbles in the distance. The items burn in a brilliant light that illuminates the entire patio. After a few seconds, there is nothing left other than ashes, a little smoke and the awful smell of burning hair.
Suddenly, a cloud hovers above me, looking like a huge black cloak descending from the heavens. After the brightness of the flame, the backyard seems even darker than before and tingles run throughout my entire body.
As instructed, I turn my palms upwards to the universe and say, ‘Please, please, please let this work. Please make Hunter forget me. Please make everything turn out the way it’s meant to for Aiden and I.’
Chapter 6
Sleep comes after my adrenaline stores run out completely and my dreams are indeed vivid, just as Majique’s website suggested. I’m back in the pub in London the day Hunter and I met, standing with a group of newly-made friends when he entered the room as though it was obligated to him. He is wrapped in a cloud of charisma, charm and raw sex appeal that renders women helpless in his wake.
For the first time, I feel the sensation of instant attraction. There is no doubt that, like the rest of the female population in the pub, I’m throwing pheromones in his direction in the hope of being able to be close enough to smell him, or even better, to touch him. Never one to sleep with a man on the first night, my loins are speaking loudly. In fact, they are screaming that they just have to have him.
But unlike our first meeting, Hunter doesn’t make his way over to talk to me, or buy me a drink, or ask me to dance, or stand so close that our bodies touch. Nor does he touch my hair and send shivers all over my body. He doesn’t place his hands on the small of my back and press his athletic body against mine for an agonising 40 minutes before we leave the bar and hurry back to his flat. Instead, he chooses another blonde to sit next to, dance with, to touch and eventually leave with. It is so odd, and my ego is a bit dented that I have become invisible, even if it is only a dream.
The alarm goes off at 6:20. Even though tiredness has invaded every part of my body, I am desperate to find out if the spell worked. If it did, then that’s the best news ever. If it didn’t, then…well…that’s not so good.
‘Rodney? Rodney, are you taking the dog for a walk this morning, darls?’
‘Yes, Dee. I’m just finishing my cuppa, love.’
I jump
Mel looks the way I feel. ‘Yeah, right. You go outside and I’ll wait here.’
‘You’re not coming with me?’
‘It says that only one person should perform the ritual, so as not to confuse the energies. This spell uses the most powerful forces of the supernatural world.’ Mel continues to read the instructions. ‘It was used by kings and sorcerers in the ancient world and calls forth great magical powers. Vivid dreams and astral travelling are signs that the spell has worked.’
The ingredients are ready to go, so I move out into the backyard and set myself and the witches’ brew up on my temporary altar, AKA my outdoor picnic setting. My heart has slowed a little but the fire of anger is still luminous.
Satisfied everything is ready to go, I wind the clock back to ten minutes before midnight, hold it against my chest and begin to recite the spell.
‘Back in time, back in time,
Back before I made you mine,
Rewind, rewind,
For another you shall find.’
I then wind the clock back to six and continue the spell.
‘The path we took was no good,
Beside you I never stood,
Erase me from your mind,
For another you shall find.’
I wind the clock back to twelve again and finish the spell.
‘Another on that night,
Will be in your sight,
Erase me from your mind,
Another you shall find.’
I strike a match, its iridescent glow temporarily blinding me, and set fire to the contents of the metal bowl. As if on cue, the wind slows and a small crack of thunder rumbles in the distance. The items burn in a brilliant light that illuminates the entire patio. After a few seconds, there is nothing left other than ashes, a little smoke and the awful smell of burning hair.
Suddenly, a cloud hovers above me, looking like a huge black cloak descending from the heavens. After the brightness of the flame, the backyard seems even darker than before and tingles run throughout my entire body.
As instructed, I turn my palms upwards to the universe and say, ‘Please, please, please let this work. Please make Hunter forget me. Please make everything turn out the way it’s meant to for Aiden and I.’
Chapter 6
Sleep comes after my adrenaline stores run out completely and my dreams are indeed vivid, just as Majique’s website suggested. I’m back in the pub in London the day Hunter and I met, standing with a group of newly-made friends when he entered the room as though it was obligated to him. He is wrapped in a cloud of charisma, charm and raw sex appeal that renders women helpless in his wake.
For the first time, I feel the sensation of instant attraction. There is no doubt that, like the rest of the female population in the pub, I’m throwing pheromones in his direction in the hope of being able to be close enough to smell him, or even better, to touch him. Never one to sleep with a man on the first night, my loins are speaking loudly. In fact, they are screaming that they just have to have him.
But unlike our first meeting, Hunter doesn’t make his way over to talk to me, or buy me a drink, or ask me to dance, or stand so close that our bodies touch. Nor does he touch my hair and send shivers all over my body. He doesn’t place his hands on the small of my back and press his athletic body against mine for an agonising 40 minutes before we leave the bar and hurry back to his flat. Instead, he chooses another blonde to sit next to, dance with, to touch and eventually leave with. It is so odd, and my ego is a bit dented that I have become invisible, even if it is only a dream.
The alarm goes off at 6:20. Even though tiredness has invaded every part of my body, I am desperate to find out if the spell worked. If it did, then that’s the best news ever. If it didn’t, then…well…that’s not so good.
‘Rodney? Rodney, are you taking the dog for a walk this morning, darls?’
‘Yes, Dee. I’m just finishing my cuppa, love.’
I jump
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