glorious sight.
Chapter 1
George straightened her hair and took a look at her reflection in the rear-view mirror of her sensible sedan. This was it. Her mate was beyond those doors, whether he knew it or not.
She looked good, she had the spells that she was brokering and the glamour was going to come down while her visit was in process. She had left nothing to chance. Her car screamed that she was there on business, unlike her convertible that echoed her urge for fun. She was ready. Serious, businesslike and horny. She sighed and looked at her rear-view mirror again, her reflection smirked at her.
“Sitting here like an idiot isn’t going to get me in there, and won’t get him in anything either.” She shook her head and kept muttering to herself as she turned to the speaker box near the gate and pressed the button.
The gates swung open soundlessly and she drove on without needing to say anything. The way her skin was prickling, there were at least three scrying balls trained on her at that moment. The speaker box would simply be a nuisance. A mundane inconvenience of the modern world.
Her heels clicked and echoed on the slate tiles as she approached the double-doors. The house itself was fantastic. A gothic-modern combination that managed to be both ornate and spare at the same time. Dragons loved big houses and Rikard was no exception.
The doors swung open as she reached the steps and her feet took her down the well-worn path that would lead to the study. She had been here before.
“Grace? What do you have for me today?” He spoke without turning around so she was able to admire his physique from where she stood. Wide shoulders, narrow hips and a fantastic butt were all in her line of sight. It took her a moment to realize that he had spoken to her. She smiled and shook her head to clear it. She needed to keep herself calm and composed. Well, at least until she had him where she wanted him. Right between her thighs.
“Three brand new spells. If I may?” She gestured to the sofa and coffee table. At his nod, she took a seat and drew the scrolls out of her bag.
The parchment crackled as she handled it. The spells looked ornate and ancient, but that was part of Jinx’s magic. She could write a spell with a ball-point pen on a post-it note, but when she blew on it to set the spell, it would transform into a scroll fit for the most white-haired wizard.
With care and dexterity she rolled out the scrolls and fastened them down. She had done this often enough in the last few years. It had become Jinx’s main source of income in under two months after the first ‘made to order’ spells had come on the market.
The magical community had money, and the club was willing to profit from it.
Hex got the ideas, Jinx wrote the spells, Hookey did the functionality tests and George was the front man. They did take custom orders, but normally Hex had come up with an idea for a new spell months earlier.
Rikard turned from his contemplation of the world outside the window and a businesslike wave crossed over his features, settling the light bronze features into a foreboding shape. The icicle blue eyes went with his dark gold hair, and George wondered idly if he had been born in Norway as one of the
Northern
Ocean
dragons.
“What have you brought today?” He pointed to the scroll that she knew he would gravitate to.
“A spell to keep dragons in flight and launch from being seen by human eyes…or devices. It is one of only a handful in existence so far.” She let him peruse it. Until her seal was affixed to the bottom of the spell, it would not stick in the mind of the reader. They may be able to try it for a second, but the words would fade.
“The next one to it is a spell to summon transportation, wherever the user happens to be.” She paused and smiled. “The most appropriate use would be while hiking or travelling alone.”
“The final spell is a communication spell that
Chapter 1
George straightened her hair and took a look at her reflection in the rear-view mirror of her sensible sedan. This was it. Her mate was beyond those doors, whether he knew it or not.
She looked good, she had the spells that she was brokering and the glamour was going to come down while her visit was in process. She had left nothing to chance. Her car screamed that she was there on business, unlike her convertible that echoed her urge for fun. She was ready. Serious, businesslike and horny. She sighed and looked at her rear-view mirror again, her reflection smirked at her.
“Sitting here like an idiot isn’t going to get me in there, and won’t get him in anything either.” She shook her head and kept muttering to herself as she turned to the speaker box near the gate and pressed the button.
The gates swung open soundlessly and she drove on without needing to say anything. The way her skin was prickling, there were at least three scrying balls trained on her at that moment. The speaker box would simply be a nuisance. A mundane inconvenience of the modern world.
Her heels clicked and echoed on the slate tiles as she approached the double-doors. The house itself was fantastic. A gothic-modern combination that managed to be both ornate and spare at the same time. Dragons loved big houses and Rikard was no exception.
The doors swung open as she reached the steps and her feet took her down the well-worn path that would lead to the study. She had been here before.
“Grace? What do you have for me today?” He spoke without turning around so she was able to admire his physique from where she stood. Wide shoulders, narrow hips and a fantastic butt were all in her line of sight. It took her a moment to realize that he had spoken to her. She smiled and shook her head to clear it. She needed to keep herself calm and composed. Well, at least until she had him where she wanted him. Right between her thighs.
“Three brand new spells. If I may?” She gestured to the sofa and coffee table. At his nod, she took a seat and drew the scrolls out of her bag.
The parchment crackled as she handled it. The spells looked ornate and ancient, but that was part of Jinx’s magic. She could write a spell with a ball-point pen on a post-it note, but when she blew on it to set the spell, it would transform into a scroll fit for the most white-haired wizard.
With care and dexterity she rolled out the scrolls and fastened them down. She had done this often enough in the last few years. It had become Jinx’s main source of income in under two months after the first ‘made to order’ spells had come on the market.
The magical community had money, and the club was willing to profit from it.
Hex got the ideas, Jinx wrote the spells, Hookey did the functionality tests and George was the front man. They did take custom orders, but normally Hex had come up with an idea for a new spell months earlier.
Rikard turned from his contemplation of the world outside the window and a businesslike wave crossed over his features, settling the light bronze features into a foreboding shape. The icicle blue eyes went with his dark gold hair, and George wondered idly if he had been born in Norway as one of the
Northern
Ocean
dragons.
“What have you brought today?” He pointed to the scroll that she knew he would gravitate to.
“A spell to keep dragons in flight and launch from being seen by human eyes…or devices. It is one of only a handful in existence so far.” She let him peruse it. Until her seal was affixed to the bottom of the spell, it would not stick in the mind of the reader. They may be able to try it for a second, but the words would fade.
“The next one to it is a spell to summon transportation, wherever the user happens to be.” She paused and smiled. “The most appropriate use would be while hiking or travelling alone.”
“The final spell is a communication spell that
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