incense.
The TV came on downstairs and thank goodness the volume was low. He briefly wondered why Charlotte asked him to turn it on for her if she was capable of turning it on herself. Not wanting to distract himself from his mission, he pushed that thought to the back of his mind and cast the circle.
“I stand in circles of light that nothing may cross,” he said for added protection. Then he welcomed the Goddess and her God to the ritual and asked the guardians of the watchtowers to protect his circle.
Confident that everything was as it should be, he lit the green candle on the altar and uttered the beginning words of the spell.
“Candle shining in the night, with your flame enchanted. By the powers of magic might, may my wish be granted. When the candle sheds its gleam at the magic hour, let fulfillment of my spell gather secret power. Flame of magic, brightly burn; spirit of the fire. Let the wheel of fortune turn, grant me my desire. One, two, three—so shall it be!”
He wished he’d had time to put his intentions into words ahead of time, making sure his wording was correct and couldn’t be misinterpreted. He thought about it for a few moments and came up with something he thought would work.
“Brigit is a valued friend, and asked me for my help to lend. May healing light, like flowing water, bring my friend a son or daughter. And if it harm none, so mote it be done.” Then just for good measure, he added, “By all the power of three times three, this spell bound around shall be, to cause no harm nor backfire on me. As you do will, so mote it be.”
He bowed his head and closed his eyes, visualizing the positive outcome of his spell. He saw Brigit’s womb gradually swelling with his child. He pictured an uncomplicated birth and saw her smiling while holding a healthy baby. What he didn’t do was include himself in the picture—as much as he wanted to.
* * * *
O kay, it’s go time, Brigit thought as she knocked on Ethan’s door. She had no idea what he had planned, other than ‘the act,’ but whatever it was, she was ready. More than ready. Her thighs were tingling in anticipation and her panties were damp.
He threw open the door, clothed in black jeans, and he wearing his full length black cape. She glanced down at her blue jeans and sweater and said, “Oops. I didn’t get the dress code memo.”
He smiled. “Don’t worry about it. You’ll be sky clad for the better part of the ritual anyway.”
“And where is this ritual going to take place?”
He grinned. “I know how you feel about privacy. I had thought about the woods, but it’s getting chilly. I have another idea in mind. Do you trust me?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
“Good.” He took her hand and led her up the stairs.
“What about...you know... her?”
“Charlotte knows you can see her, but if you’re the least bit uncomfortable, I have a plan B.”
“Okaaay.”
“If it helps, she’s in favor of this and swears she won’t interfere.”
“She knows?”
He shrugged. “Hey, I had only the male perspective and needed to talk to a female who wouldn’t tell anyone.”
Brigit still felt slightly uncomfortable, but she did trust Ethan.
He opened the door to the attic and her jaw dropped. The floor was covered with rose petals in a wide circle. There must have been thousands of them, perfuming the air. The full moon shone in the dormered windows and white candles provided flickering golden light.
His altar was set up within the circle, but far to one side. The majority of the petals were heaped in the middle. It looked as if she had found their bed.
“It’s beautiful, Ethan, but—um—are there splinters under those rose petals?”
“Would I do that to you?” He chuckled. “There’s an alpaca rug over the floor boards. If you’re uncomfortable with this, my plan B is to take you to the boat. I have a bunk there with a mattress. It’s thin, and only built for one,
The TV came on downstairs and thank goodness the volume was low. He briefly wondered why Charlotte asked him to turn it on for her if she was capable of turning it on herself. Not wanting to distract himself from his mission, he pushed that thought to the back of his mind and cast the circle.
“I stand in circles of light that nothing may cross,” he said for added protection. Then he welcomed the Goddess and her God to the ritual and asked the guardians of the watchtowers to protect his circle.
Confident that everything was as it should be, he lit the green candle on the altar and uttered the beginning words of the spell.
“Candle shining in the night, with your flame enchanted. By the powers of magic might, may my wish be granted. When the candle sheds its gleam at the magic hour, let fulfillment of my spell gather secret power. Flame of magic, brightly burn; spirit of the fire. Let the wheel of fortune turn, grant me my desire. One, two, three—so shall it be!”
He wished he’d had time to put his intentions into words ahead of time, making sure his wording was correct and couldn’t be misinterpreted. He thought about it for a few moments and came up with something he thought would work.
“Brigit is a valued friend, and asked me for my help to lend. May healing light, like flowing water, bring my friend a son or daughter. And if it harm none, so mote it be done.” Then just for good measure, he added, “By all the power of three times three, this spell bound around shall be, to cause no harm nor backfire on me. As you do will, so mote it be.”
He bowed his head and closed his eyes, visualizing the positive outcome of his spell. He saw Brigit’s womb gradually swelling with his child. He pictured an uncomplicated birth and saw her smiling while holding a healthy baby. What he didn’t do was include himself in the picture—as much as he wanted to.
* * * *
O kay, it’s go time, Brigit thought as she knocked on Ethan’s door. She had no idea what he had planned, other than ‘the act,’ but whatever it was, she was ready. More than ready. Her thighs were tingling in anticipation and her panties were damp.
He threw open the door, clothed in black jeans, and he wearing his full length black cape. She glanced down at her blue jeans and sweater and said, “Oops. I didn’t get the dress code memo.”
He smiled. “Don’t worry about it. You’ll be sky clad for the better part of the ritual anyway.”
“And where is this ritual going to take place?”
He grinned. “I know how you feel about privacy. I had thought about the woods, but it’s getting chilly. I have another idea in mind. Do you trust me?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
“Good.” He took her hand and led her up the stairs.
“What about...you know... her?”
“Charlotte knows you can see her, but if you’re the least bit uncomfortable, I have a plan B.”
“Okaaay.”
“If it helps, she’s in favor of this and swears she won’t interfere.”
“She knows?”
He shrugged. “Hey, I had only the male perspective and needed to talk to a female who wouldn’t tell anyone.”
Brigit still felt slightly uncomfortable, but she did trust Ethan.
He opened the door to the attic and her jaw dropped. The floor was covered with rose petals in a wide circle. There must have been thousands of them, perfuming the air. The full moon shone in the dormered windows and white candles provided flickering golden light.
His altar was set up within the circle, but far to one side. The majority of the petals were heaped in the middle. It looked as if she had found their bed.
“It’s beautiful, Ethan, but—um—are there splinters under those rose petals?”
“Would I do that to you?” He chuckled. “There’s an alpaca rug over the floor boards. If you’re uncomfortable with this, my plan B is to take you to the boat. I have a bunk there with a mattress. It’s thin, and only built for one,
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