My Sunrise Sunset Paramour (My Midnight Moonlight Valentine 2)

I closed the book and looked back up to Theseus.

“This time, four minutes,” he frowned as he replied. “What did you learn?”

“I think. I think it just told me I am like a leap year?” I replied, not sure if I was explaining it correctly at all.

“A leap year? An excess day added to when there is enough time leftover?”

“Except it is not excess time but excess magic. When there is so much magic left in the earth, it is all given to a Wiccan. The weakest Wiccan born, which apparently was me. But how? My mother was a powerful witch, so was my father.”

“Two positives sometimes make a negative,” he answered before I could question the book. “It does not surprise me. Most times, two powerful witches create another powerful witch. But every once in a while, their magic could cancel each other’s out and leave a child with nothing or too weak to survive. It is rare, but it is possible. It happens even with mortals who believe they are both healthy and compatible, and yet their child is ill.”

That was true. But, for some reason, it left me feeling…alone. “I always found ways to comfort myself for not having my parents. One of the things I told myself was at least their magic is in my veins. But it is not theirs. Just a cluster of magic dumped on me at the right time.”

“Druella.” Theseus sat beside me on the bed, placing his hand on my arm. “The place where your magic comes from is the same place your parents got theirs. It just did not take the same route. You are a witch because of them. If not for that, you would not have been given magic at all. So, think of yourself as a new first-generation witch.”

I smiled, nodding. “You’re right. Thanks. The book also explained that’s why my magic is boundless. I’m not sure—” I stopped, feeling a sharp thorn at the back of my neck then at my side. “Ugh…What in the…ah!”

“Druella!” Theseus grabbed me as I rolled onto my side. “What is it?”

Gritting my teeth, I could sense the magic coming again, so I closed my eyes and tried to focus on seeing where it was coming from. And I could see something, me—a doll version of me in Old Man Easton’s hands, thin needles exactly where I felt the pain. If I could trace the magic back and see it, I could destroy it.

Glaring at the doll and gritting my teeth as the pain came again, I thought, Burn.

The doll burst into flames, nearly burning the older man’s hands.

“Druella?”

Exhaling, I snapped my eyes open again and sat up quickly, grabbing the book. “My coven is doing voodoo magic on me.”

“Not just that, I believe some of them are here.” He growled, glancing around the cabin as if he could see them.

“Dammit!” I snapped. “They most likely have been trying to track me for hours. I think when I disappeared and then returned, I didn’t return with the protection magic over the cabin. I was so distracted by the book that I didn’t even realize I couldn’t feel protection anymore.”

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

“I can’t go back to them. They think this book is a weapon against vampires. They are wrong! I wish I could explain it to them, but something still feels off. Otherwise, why would Magdalena warn me not to give them the book?”

He opened his mouth to speak one second, and the next, he pushed me out the way as one of Jericho’s snakes came from a crack in the wall, latching on to his arm.

“Theseus!” I called out to him as he threw it off him.

“Damn bewitched beasts!”

I waved my hand over the snake, turning it to ash before grabbing Theseus’s arm and healing it quickly. “Of course, they would send my circle.”

“Druella, more will come—”

“That’s why I’m going to deal with this. Stay here—”

“Druella, no!”

I kissed his lips quickly and shoved the book into his hands, and he hissed as it scorched his skin. “Wraith, please let him hold you for now!”

Immediately, his skin stopped blistering, and I grinned wide. “That really worked?”

“You didn’t think to ask before giving it to me?” Theseus questioned. “And also, no. We go together—”

“If they see you, they will be angrier! I want to reason with them. No matter what, it’s going to be you and me in the end. But still, I want to talk to them. If it fails, you watching Wraith, for now, is much more important!”