Page 61 of Sparks Flying

I disconnected the call and found Dean staring at me. I’d desperately been trying to ignore him while on call with Patrick.

“You really were spaced out, glassy-eyed and everything. Are you sure you’re really okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re sure?”

I smacked him. “It’s all your fault.”

“What did I do?”

“Just breathing is enough,” I muttered.

“You aren’t making any sense.”

I growled in frustration. “Okay, so like this time, Patrick mentioned that all ravens are witches. Logically, I already knew this, but it got me thinking about you. I’ve never seen you use aspecial power.” I blushed furiously, thinking about kissing him.Dammit.

“You just did it again. What were you thinking about?”

“None of your business. Just because you’re my mate does not mean you are privy to all of my thoughts.”

He chuckled, and I had the urge to punch him again.

“So, are you going to ask me then?”

“Ask you what?”

“What my powers are.”

“Oh, so you are a witch?”

“Of course I am.”

“So what is it?”

“Did you know that each Flock is prone to a different set of powers?”

“I did not. What do you mean?”

“For an example, Kim is a Grimes. Her Flock has water powers. Gracie is a Montgomery. They wield fire. I was named after the Dean Flock, the one my mother was born into. Dean’s have Earth powers. Pierce’s manipulate air, Caldwell’s ice, while Thornton’s are the keepers of light and dark. Each Flock provides the Congress with their particular skills.”

“So what do the Davenports provide?”

“Power and electricity. For me that comes in the form of sparks.”

“Sparks?”

“Yup. Think the ability to throw lightning.”

“That’s crazy.”

“I know, and not exactly a skill I require often. It’s come in handy more for parlor tricks than personal safety. So not really as cool as it sounds.”

“Hypothetically, if we were to have children, would they be witches?”

“Hard to say. I don’t exactly know any ravens mated to another species. But typically for my kind, the powers of the father’s Flock are passed on to their chicks. Not always. There have been exceptions. I’d imagine our chicks would most definitely be unique and possibly an exception to the rule.”

“You mean pups,” I corrected.

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