Page 51 of Light Magic

The sisters laughed.

Abbie looked at me. “It’s your call.”

My chest tightened. “Are you sure?”

“Of course.” She jerked her chin to the sword. “Take it.”

With trembling hands, I stepped closer and reached for the sword. It was heavier than mine had been, a little longer too, it was a little dirty and rusty, but by the light, it was a freaking Celestial Sword and it could be mine.

“How does it feel, sweetheart?” Levi asked. His eyes were brilliant as if he was enjoying this. Perhaps he was because he couldn’t help but feel what I felt.

I held on tight to it. “Amazing.”

“Come on.” Abbie beckoned us to the door. “Let’s get started.”

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I stirred in bed and turned, almost landing on top of Levi.

After the witches gave me the Celestial Sword, we took it to the lab—a huge greenhouse with long wooden tables, vials, and tools. The witches prepared potions, studied plants, and came up with new herb-related spells there.

I put the sword on a corner of the table Abbie had cleared for it, and the witches started by analyzing the sword, sensing its dormant magic, making a list of what needed to be done.

They decided to leave the sword bathed in moonlight water to clean it of any impurity, visible or not.

“This will take all night, perhaps all morning too,” Abbie warned me.

And somehow, shortly after that, Levi and I ended up in my bedroom.

Now, it was early morning, and I couldn’t help but look at the sleeping man beside me. His face was turned to the side, facing me, his arms crossed as if he was arguing with me, his head rested on the pillow, and his face was calm, serene, and yet still menacing.

I believed he looked malicious all the time because his features were cut so sharp, so hard, so damn sexy.

I inched my hand closer, wanting to trace his full lips, his straight nose, his thick eyebrows, his chiseled jaw. His damn body. With his arms crossed, his thick biceps and wide shoulders were tight, the muscles contracted, and his chest was puffed … and the rest was covered by the thin comforter.

But I had seen it all, touched it all, and by the light, how could he satisfy me like nothing else, and it still not be enough? I could probably have sex with him three hundred times in the next month, and I would still want more of him.

My body heated up at the thought. Levi stirred, his brows curling, probably feeling what I was feeling through his dream.

To let him rest, I slipped out of the bed, reached for a silk robe in the closet, grabbed my phone, and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and stared into the mirror.

Five years ago, I thought I had lost everything when Molraz destroyed my sword, ripped my wings, and killed my friends. It got worse when I found out the angels thought I was the one behind that failed mission and the murderer.

Then it got even worse when I lost my magic six months ago.

But finally, finally things were looking up.

I had my wings, I would have a new sword in a matter of hours, and hopefully in a couple of days, I would have my magic back.

After that, hell would probably break loose until I found out what was going on and how to fix it, but for now, I would be glad for my wins.

I ran a hand through my long silver-blond hair. It used to have curls, but in the last five years, my hair had straightened out, as if protesting not being an angel anymore.

That would all change soon. Would my hair change back?

I almost laughed. Who cared? My hair wasn’t that important.

I reached for my phone to look at the time and saw a text message.

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