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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.