A hue of gold through her bedroom window. Sex desi That was the natural state of things. With a fucking ghost. But this—this was something else, and so from that day forward it was a dance to her. No Chosen. And the cause of all this—the man who had prodded her mind with his thing—had already managed to pair up as well. Witches were always the dominant participant. “I mean, Haven already taught me two spells. But why the hell was he frantically tapping her knee? But why the hell was he frantically tapping her knee? During her entire tenure in the breeding department, she had seen it once—maybe twice. But there were many ways to skin a cat.
