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Her eyes opened. “Amazing that I could see it so quickly?”

“That, but mostly that you’re seeing more than one color. You, my lovely mate, will one day be a powerful witch.”

Her smile fell. “It won’t matter if I don’t have you in my life, Boshun. I really don’t want or need this. I just need you.”

“We’re going to do all we can to fix this.”

With a sigh, she gave me a pert nod, her body tightening. Her eyelids slid shut again. “What do I do now?”

“Now you gently grab some of the magic and pull it inside you. Before you try, let me tell you the rest. Deep inside you, you’ll find what we call a well. It’s part of your soul, your core, and it will expand to hold the magic until you wish to use it. So when you tug the magic in, you need to think of yourself as a funnel with your well seated at the bottom of the chute. Urge the magic into your core and when you stop pulling it in, you want to picture a lid and place it over the top to make sure the magic can’t get out until you’re ready to use it.”

“Hmm.” Her face scrunched as she focused, and when it smoothed, I expected her to tell me she couldn’t grab hold of the mist. It took me three years of trying before I could gather even a tiny bit. But a satisfied smile rose on her face, and she opened her eyes. “Done. It’s swirling inside my core, and I closed the lid.”

“Wait.” I leaned toward her and took a sniff.

“Please tell me I don’t have body odor,” she said with a huff.

“Nothing like that. But . . .”

“But what?”

“You’re right. You did something few can master after ten, twenty, or even a hundred tries. Magic has a certain smell, and it’s swirling around you.” I was stunned and incredibly proud of her.

Perhaps her being a witch wouldn’t be bad after all. If I could give her a few lessons and point her to where she could learn more, she’d be able to use magic to protect herself and her sister. That might make returning to the lamp less painful.

“Let’s go eat and meet up with the healer.” I stood and took her hand. “And when we come back after helping your sister, we’re coming back here.”

“We’re going to use this bed for more than magic training and sleep, right?” she asked eagerly. The grin she gave me made my heart flip over.

I tugged her into my arms and kissed her until she moaned, and my cock was on fire. Then I lifted my head. “You’ve got that right, little one. We’ve got a few things to do before the day is through, and feeling you shudder beneath me with pleasure is first on my list.”

29

JASMINE

“Lana?” I called out when we burst into my small home. I looked around in worry for a moment, noticing so many changes inside and outside our home. But then I remembered Boshun saying he’d come here that first night to help my sister.

If I didn’t love him already, I would after seeing how secure and safe he’d made our tiny home.

“I’m here,” Lana said from the sofa. “You won’t believe what happened. Our home . . . I woke up, and it was changed. I think something magical occurred while I was asleep.”

I gave Boshun a quick hug and rushed to my sister.

“I think you’re right.” I stroked her forehead, finding it hot. “I’ve brought the best palace healer, Geradine.” I knelt beside her and tugged up the incredibly soft blanket to cover her shoulders. For the first time since we’d moved into this tiny shack, a chill didn’t shake my spine. It was warm here, welcoming, and I owed Boshun everything for giving this to my sister.

Lana’s smile trembled, and I hated that she was so sick.

“Step back, please,” Geradine said from behind me. “Allow me to examine her.”

“This is . . . Prince Boshun,” I told my sister, taking his hand and tugging him close. “We’re . . .”

“Good friends,” he said.

Her gaze went from his face to our hands linked together, and her smile grew wider, happiness gleaming in her eyes. “I’m happy for you, Jasmine. You work hard. You take care of me. You deserve the best.”

That was Boshun.

“Hush, please,” Geradine said, though kindly. While I stood nearby, she placed a device on my sister’s chest that connected to two small black balls she’d tucked into her ears. She listened for a long while before removing the balls and returning the device to her bag. “It’s as I thought.” Her gaze sought mine. “You’re lucky she’s lived this long.”

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