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“Exactly.” He sounds pleased by my understanding. “Any witch can cast a protection spell. They just need to have the right knowledge to do it.”
“And,” Ezra adds, picking up my hand again. “The spell might look different depending on who is casting it, if it’s just one person as opposed to a group.” I think about the difference between the protection spells put on me by these guys that required a chalked circle with runes, burning herbs and chanting, as opposed to the one Cohen placed on me with a single kiss on my forehead.
I frown. “How do you know what spell to do then, if they can look different based on the person casting?”
Fielder slides his hand down my denim covered thigh. “You learn what works best for you, what makes your power sing. For example, we work best as a group. We know each other and each other’s magics, we know how to combine them to make something strong, nearly impenetrable. Once we add your magic into the mix, we’ll be unstoppable.”
My frown deepens. “But that won’t help me in the trials, right? I’ll be by myself, so I need to learn how to cast alone. Everything we’ve done so far, except for illusions, has been group casting.”
“Don’t worry, Ro. We’ll get you trained up in no time.” Ezra gives my hand an encouraging squeeze.
I know he’s trying to be supportive and reassuring, but the truth is that we have two weeks for me to learn as much as I can before we have to report to the coven. I’m not entirely sure that we’re going to succeed.
Chapter 4
Ezra’s house in Northern California might as well be called a mansion. That’s what it is, a huge wood and stone mansion that blends in seamlessly with the redwoods around it. I wish I was in the frame of mind to fully appreciate it, but it’s been a long day, it’s bordering on midnight, and I just want to sleep.
Ezra ushers me to the room that is going to be mine for the foreseeable future, on the second floor, near the back of the house. It’s a vast space with a fireplace and a faux fur rug on the floor, a four poster bed made of logs. All the furniture is made with live edged wood. The bedding is pure white, with a few green accents. There’s a couch and two armchairs around the fireplace, and an attached bathroom that looks like it belongs in a spa retreat.
In essence, it’s an upscale hunting cabin. This whole place just reeks of too much wealth. It makes my skin itch in a way that Seven Stars never did.
My phone buzzes and I pull it out, frowning at the number there.
Unknown:
How you doing, wildcard?
I’m tempted to ignore Cohen, tempted to delete his message and block his number, but I think back to our conversation in the car, about the difference between casting alone and casting with other people. The guys have been working together since they were kids. Their strength lies in numbers. Cohen has been casting spells alone, learning his magic by himself for years.
It sounds like that’s the kind of expertise I’m going to need to pass these trials. I’d be a fool to ignore the man with a wealth of knowledge. So instead I type out a reply.
Me:
Okay. The guys have whisked me away for a couple of weeks of intensive training before my trials.
Unknown:
Lucky girl.
If it were me, I’d have whisked you away for a couple weeks of wild fucking, but that’s just me.
My cheeks heat in surprise at the blatant sexual message there. Cohen never once gave me the idea that he was into me that way. I mean, sure he’d said he wanted me to start a coven with him, that he wanted to help me reach my potential, but I didn’t think it had anything to do with sex. I’d thought we just had a begrudging as hell friendship.
Me:
Don’t say shit like that to me.
I already have four boyfriends.
I’m not looking to add another.
Cohen seems content to ignore those messages, since his reply is.
Unknown:
So what are they going to teach you?
How to be a good little witch and color inside the lines?
