“Thank you.”He closed the book and placed it on top of the notepad.
“Did I interrupt you?”
“Not really.I was studying as it gave me something productive to do and kept me from getting too excited.”He sat up.“How did you know I wanted some…stuff?”
“I didn’t.I thought it would be fun for both of us.”I’d imagined him using each of the dildos I’d chosen until he was begging for my cock…but something in his voice made me frown.“Why?”
He bit his lower lip and fiddled with the blanket.“So did I.”
There was more to it, but I couldn’t demand answers when I was keeping secrets.
He glanced up.“But I didn’t have the money, so I kind of um…hoped…for some, and then the box turned up, and I freaked out a little that I’d made it happen.”
Had he?I didn’t know the details of how sorcerers worked.I should be grateful he hadn’t turned me into an enchanted dildo—turning a monster into an enchanted object wasn’t easy, or painless.
Was Timothy discovering sorcery on his own?
“Did you do any rituals or involve your sister?”
“She’s not my sister, and no.Ew.”Timothy grimaced.“Since you’ve been visiting, a glow has appeared under my bed.”
I blinked.A bridge had formed under his bed?
“You can see bridges?”Of course he could; he’d told me it was there.
He nodded.“And when it’s there, if I wish on it, things appear.I found money in my coat pocket, and my old money box from when I was a kid.”
I stare at my innocent-appearing human, dressed in the clothes I’d bought him to hide the dragon when filming, and there he was using magic like a fucking sorcerer.And I still wanted to fuck him.
That had been my plan for tonight.Now?Messing around with a sorcerer was more dangerous than taunting a cat.My stomach sank and spun.I needed to report this, but that would be the end of everything.Was he a sorcerer, or had he stumbled on magic because he’d once been used by one, and I had unwittingly reopened his connection?
“You’re using magic.”When had I decided to buy the gifts?Had I decided, or had he somehow sucked me into his scheme?
“I didn’t know.”
“But you suspected.You need to stop.”I pulled my phone out of my pocket, afraid that if I ran the app, magic would be detected, and an automatic report would be generated.There was a list of notifications from my channel.I closed my eyes, torn between what I wanted and what I needed to do.
“I will.I don’t want to lose my mind.”
That wasn’t the worst thing that might happen to him.“If magic is detected, a team will be sent out.They will first seek out the child, then the sorcerer.”
His eyes widened.“Do they kill them?”
“Not always.”We couldn’t repair the damage done to our world.“Sometimes a sorcerer is brought to my world.They are used to repair the damage caused by incursions.”
“Used how?”
I shrugged.“That’s not my area.”
“Did my motherrepairdamage?”
“She was already dying.She was allowed to pass peacefully, according to the file.”
“That might be a lie.”
“It might be, but I doubt it.”What did we have to gain by hurting a dying woman?Perhaps she was able to repair some damage while we eased her suffering.Or was that propaganda?Timothy was accessing and using magic, which made him dangerous…but he wasn’t threatening anyone or hurting anyone.He acted as though he didn’t want magic.
Timothy lifted his eyebrows.“Of course you doubt it.”
