The Terms of Love I’ve been keeping the secret of being a witch for so long I sometimes forget why we hide it from people in the first place, the actual reasons behind the pact. It doesn’t take long before I remember, but it’s getting harder these days. Especially when I catch myself watching Mason. I’m always stealing glances at him during our quiet moments together, when he’s not aware that my eyes are on him. When he’s cooking, when he’s reading. More and more, I find myself wanting to open up to him with each day we spend together. It’s been two weeks days since he returned to me. We’ve long since settled back into a comfortable routine, like he never left. If there’s a red-eyed wolf in my life, as prophesied by my vision, he must be hiding, because I haven’t seen one around. It’s my weekend away from the studio, and Mason is washing Fancy. He’s very meticulous about it. Soaping, rinsing, scrubbing, detailing, waxing.
