CHAPTER 23
As soon as I come in, Abbie’s eyes fly open in alarm, relaxing when she realizes it is just me. She sits up, making room next to her and I lay beside her, placing the book in my lap annoyed.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, picking up the book.
“Silas wants my magic, and apparently he wants it now. He gave me this so I can read how to put my magic into something,” I tell her. She nods, flicking through the pages.
“You don’t want to?” she asks.
“Of course not; I only just got it, besides I am Fae. What Fae hasn’t wished for their magic at some stage,” I tell her, and she nods.
Abigail is reading the page Matitus flicked to.
“You don’t need this book. Fae magic isn’t much different from Witch magic, it is easy to transfer your magic. I will show you,” she tells me, and I nod.
“It says here stripping a Fae of her magic removes all magical properties leaving them bare.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask curious, and she shrugs.
“God knows, I am assuming you won’t be able to get it back once it has been used up, whereas with Witch’s magic we can regenerate from pulling on the elements. I’m guessing Fae can’t.”
I nod when Marian walks in, a somber expression on her face when she sees the book Abigail is holding.
“I knew he wanted your magic first thing this morning. I saw him reading that when you woke up. He spent all morning in the library,” she tells us.
“What are you going to do?” she asks, sitting in the desk chair.
“Hand it over. I won’t let anyone else die. It isn’t worth someone’s life,” I tell her. She nods, glancing at Abigail sadly.
“Fae have gone without their magic for this long, not like we can’t live without it. He will regret it though, that I can assure you.”
“What do you mean?” I ask confused.
“You will find out, not necessarily a bad thing for you but for Silas it will be.”
“So, what do you want to put it in?” Abigail asks.
“I have no idea, what do you think?” I ask and she shrugs.
“I have something perfect,” Marian tells me.
“I just need to duck in town. Be back in half an hour,” she says a devious smile on her face like whatever she thought of was funny. Abigail stares at me, raising an eyebrow.
“I wonder what she thought of?”
“Beats me, but I have a funny feeling it isn’t anything good,” I tell her. One thing I’ve learned about Marian after being here for the last few weeks is she has a strange sense of humor. Shaking my head, I get up.
“Where are you going?”
“To get breakfast before Silas kicks the door down and force feeds me,” I tell her. She swings her legs off the bed getting up after me.
“Good idea, I am starving,” she says as she pulls on a woolen sweater. We both stroll to the kitchens and make cereal when Silas and Matitus walk in, proving my theory right that he would have kicked the door in looking for me.
“Good, you’re eating,” Matitus says looking relieved, which makes me wonder exactly how accurate my thought was of Silas force feeding me.
I ignore them as they walk in. I can feel Silas’s anger through the bond which hasn’t died down. When they don’t leave, I see Abigail sending them nervous glances. Tipping my bowl in the sink, Silas growls.
“What?” I snap, glaring at him.
He says nothing, just folds his arms across his chest and the room goes up in temperature, letting me know how angry he is.
Matitus steps forward, rubbing my arms. “Elora, just don’t please. Why do you have to challenge him on everything?” he says, pushing me back in the seat. Silas leaves and I can hear his growl as he walks up the corridor. Matitus pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“Did you read it?”
“Yes, Matitus I read the fucking book. Just let Abbie finish and I will bring it to you when I am done,” I tell him, shooing him away. Matitus reluctantly leaves. Just as Abbie nearly finishes eating, Marian runs in with a box, her hair a mess like she ran all the way here.
I go to open the box, Marian shakes her head and laughs, holding the lid shut. Abigail and I raise an eyebrow at her blushing face.
“Not here,” she snorts, holding her laugh, “I would love to be a fly on the wall when you give this to them,” she tells us, and Abbie shovels her food down wanting to know what it is Marian has in the box.
“It’s too perfect, especially once you hand it over because that is what they will have to do,” she says hysterically laughing again to the point she has tears rolling down her face.
Abigail stands, dumping her bowl in the sink. “You got me curious now, old lady,” she states, walking out the kitchen door.
Following her back to Abigail’s room, Marian locks the door behind her then puts the box on the table. At this moment she looks younger, carefree. She opens the box, which has a smaller box inside about the length of my forearm.
Abigail picks it up, turning it over to read what is inside. Abigail also starts giggling, her face flushing red. She jams it back in the box, closing the lid, like she is embarrassed for even holding it. “Oh my god, Marian, you are terrible, where did you even get this?”
“The warehouse down the road has all sorts of weird things in it,” she states with a laugh.
“Ok, what is it?” I ask, opening the box. I pull the smaller box out and turn it over to see a picture of a penis. “It isn’t? Please tell me this is a joke?” I tell her, and she starts laughing again.
“I can already picture their faces,” she snorts. Opening the box, I pull it out, taking the protective sleeve off it.
“Man, I might go buy myself one of those,” Abigail says, feeling the tip of it.
“You really expect me to give them a rubber penis,” I tell her, the thing flopping to the side in my hand.
“It’s called a dildo, and yes, tell Silas to go fuck himself,” Marian says trying not to laugh but failing to do so.
“And I can really transfer my magic into this?” I ask, confused, thinking I will need a Talisman.
“Yep, you could put it in a stuffed teddy, in a room, wherever you want. The object becomes magic once you send your magic to it,” Marian answers.
I wobble it back and forth trying not to laugh.
Abigail pulls me over to the bed and sits.
I place the pink silicone dildo on the bed, shaking my head at what I am about to do.
“Okay, so what do I do?” I ask, watching Abigail.
“Easy, close your eyes and feel for your magic. Once you have it, push it, concentrate on what it is you’re trying to put it into.
Picture it in your head and then let it go,” she tells me, showing me with a book.
I watch, amazed, as her hands glow green, and I watch the magic leave her fingertips, turning the book a glowing green before it goes back to its normal brown leather color.
She then draws it back out. The book glows again, and it looks like mist travelling back through her hands and up her arms.
“See?” she says, and I nod.
“Now you try; just feel for your magic.”
I close my eyes, and she turns my palms up, dropping the dildo in it, making my eyes snap open at the thought of it and I chuckle.
“I can’t picture it without laughing,” I tell her, and she giggles.
“Try, Elora. Breathe, get your serious face on,” Marian says, snickering behind me. My lips twitch as I fight the urge to laugh.
Closing my eyes and breathing deeply, I feel for my magic. At first, I feel nothing. It’s like I’m trying to grasp air. I relax my shoulders and take some deep breaths, concentrating. Suddenly, I feel a sliver and smile.
Concentrating on the warm feeling, I pull on it.
It tickles as I feel it rushing from my toes up my body, like a strange current, rippling and slipping through every cell, making goosebumps rise on my body the more I draw.
My mark on my neck starts tingling and I fight the urge to shiver as a cold feeling consumes me.
Focusing, I push it through my fingertips and open my eyes.
Purple mist covers my hands, glowing brighter, and I force it out, letting it go and concentrating on the object itself.
The pink dildo glows and trembles in my hands and it is like a vacuum; once the first trickle of my magic touches it, it sucks it up instantly.
The dildo drops in my hand and turns from purple back to pink.
I can feel my magic trapped within its confines when Abigail gasps, making my eyes dart to hers.
“What?” I whisper and she shakes her head pointing to her mirror.
Getting up, I walk over to the mirror, my Fae tattoos are gone but that’s not all, my mark has disappeared.
I try feeling through the bond but get nothing only radio silence.
I feel empty, no foreign feelings rippling through me.
Nothing indicating we are mates anymore.
I gasp rubbing my neck seeing if it is a trick.
Turning around, I see Marian with a knowing look on her face. “You knew?” I ask and she nods.
“Yep, mate marks have magical properties, you didn’t just put your magic in that, you also put the mate bond,” she says smiling.
That means, I am free of them. I feel nothing for them besides my own feelings.
“That’s why you wanted the dildo, because I wouldn’t feel the pull to mate with them now,” I state shocked but also relieved no more mating heat, or invasions of my thoughts, nothing. I’m simply me.
“They aren’t going to like that; Dragons can only mate with their mates and unless Dragus or Matitus are willing to switch sides…” Abigail says worriedly, and I have to agree with her. I know they will be angry when they find out. That is karma. They can have my magic but not me.
“They wanted your magic; it comes at a price,” Marian says, dumping the dildo in my hand. I stare down at it. Now seeing why she thought it was so funny and for once, I don’t fear his reaction because I simply no longer cared.