Gifts

“Imri?” Draven knocked lightly on the younger witch’s door, shaking his head slightly. He didn’t know what Callia had been thinking, draining one of her slaves in front of the...

Callia took his hand as Draven departed, squeezing lightly. “I’m going to speak to Sophie,” she said, and despite how gentle her voice sounded, Imriel could hear the steel in...

Imriel woke to something heavy on his arm and his chest, and for a moment, he thought he was going to panic. He dragged himself back to consciousness, and finally...

The next time she kissed Imriel, Callia didn’t hold back.  Callia could feel her beautiful boy tremble beneath her touch, but she’d spent the past few days getting him accustomed...

“Mr. Foss?” Draven turned to see the witchling behind him, quirking a brow. The boy had barely spoken more than a handful of words to him when they’d met a...

“Well?” Draven asked, settling her in his lap. “What do you think?” Callia’s lips brushed his throat, and she found herself briefly distracted by the pulse she felt there and...

Imriel huddled in one corner of the bed in the small cell they’d locked him away in, shivering as he drew his knees up against his chest. Everything there was...