Magick (Immortals And Magick Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
The weather had taken a cold turn, and I was half tempted to warm it up a bit, just in my little safe area, but it wasn’t worth it. I deserved the cold, to remind me how I had treated Noah when he hadn’t deserved it. I hadn’t seen him in a few days, and Gareth and Anna were due back from Scotland in a couple more. I hadn’t gone traveling again, possibly due to the protection spells I performed every day, maybe because whatever drew me to Padraigan had dispersed. But part of me wanted Noah to protect me at night, to hold me through the dark hours. I had no idea where these thoughts came from. I brought my thoughts back to the present, or else everything that I was doing here would be useless. I focused on the ritual, breathing in and out, feeling the power move through me, and giving thanks to the Goddess for that power. I lost myself in the pure pleasure I got from the ritualistic motions. The Craft held so more much for me than just a religion.
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