“What are you thinking?”
“A concealment spell. I saw one in the grimoire. Jac translated it. The intent of the spell is to make the caster be able to slip through places unnoticed, but what if I can change it so we conceal your wings?”
“Then we could go out in the real world with you.”
“Exactly. You’d appear human.”
Gilbert sits up, blue eyes wide with excitement. “Let’s try it.”
I smile, mirroring his excitement, and swing my legs over the bed.
“Now?” Gil asks, catching my wrist. “Aren’t you exhausted?”
“Not as much as you’d think.”
“Well,” he starts, pulling me back into bed. “If I didn’t wear you out, I didn’t do my job.”
I giggle and fall against him. “You did a damn good job. Twice. I think that rebounded energy is hitting me. And the thought of being able to go out together…” I let my mind wander, something I don’t usually do, and imagine myself out with the guys. It’s not like I have friends to introduce them to, but I could run into someone from work. I don’t think anyone would care much, but knowing I have four boyfriends would raise questions.
“Do you have what you need?”
“Probably not.”
Gilbert moves his large hands to my shoulders and starts massaging my muscles. “For a witch, you’re lacking magical supplies.”
“I know. I’ll go back to the magic store tomorrow.” Suddenly it hits me how much things have changed. I went from logic and reason’s number one fan to a witch with real powers.
It still sounds weird to say it.
I lean back against Gilbert, tipping my head up so I can look at his face. He and Thomas were born into a rich family and, already having older siblings to take over their father’s inheritance and carry on the family name, were basically cast off and left to their own devices. When Thomas refused an arranged marriage, they were both shipped off to the Templars.
No wonder he likes it here.
The guys have gotten to know the world a bit through what they’ve seen on TV, but will be shocked when we go out for real. I want to do this for them.
“Are you hungry?” Gil asks.
“Kind of. Are you?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll go downstairs with you,” I tell him. “I want to look through the book and see what I need.”
Gil gets out of bed, puts his pants back on, and tosses me my clothes. We go downstairs and find Thomas glued to the TV, blue eyes wide as he clutches the remote and stares at the screen.
“Are you watchingThe Bachelor?” I pause, looking at the screen.
“They compete for his affection?” Thomas doesn’t look away from the TV.
“Yep. That’s reality TV for you. They get paid to do that too.”
“What are you doing up?” Thomas turns, realizing how late it is. “Did you not satisfy her, brother? She had to come down to get the real thing?”
“Quite the opposite. She worked up an appetite.”
“And I have an idea about a spell.”
A line of worry forms between Thomas’s eyes. “More magic?”
