Page 90 of Savage Desire

Taking a deep breath, I do it again, thinking the new word in my thoughts before I find the strength to say it out loud. “Capillus.”

I envision the ponytail I’m seeking, but instead of closing my eyes, I watch my reflection as a slight breeze flutters around my head and my hair is pulled back off my face. It's slick and cute, and I’m ecstatic.

Eager to try one more spell before I head for breakfast, I grab one final pinch of sand and step closer to the mirror. “Aspectum.”

My eye bags disappear beneath a layer of concealer, my lashes darker in a midnight-black hue, and my lips are a soft pink, like my cheeks.

Pleased, I nod at myself before stuffing the grimoire in my backpack and grabbing my cell phone. Before I slip it into my pocket, the screen lights up, revealing a succession of texts.

I head out of my bedroom, cell phone in hand as I read through the messages.

Minnie: Has someone in my pack made you mad? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.

Minnie: If it was Lincoln just say the word and I’ll castrate him.

Minnie: It can’t be Tatum. No one can be mad at that face, right?

Minnie: It’s definitely not Wylder. I could smell you in the dorms last night, and the grin on his face only confirmed it.

Minnie: Asher?

Minnie: No? Maybe? I’ll gut him too, just let me know.

I grin at her slew of messages, she’s insane. I type out a response as I make my way downstairs.

Polaris: I can handle them.

Swiping farther down, I find a message from Bryony.

Bryony: Sorry, last night was a nightmare. I have to meet with my coven again this morning, but I’ll be around for breakfast if you are?

Polaris: Heading there now.

I almost tuck my cell phone away when I find another bundle of messages even farther down. I frown at the invite to a group chat, but press on the flashing red notification anyway.

Wylder: Group chat initiated.

Wylder: Welcome to the madness, Little Witch.

Lincoln: I didn’t agree to this.

Tatum: Hi, Polaris.

Asher: Hey, Silver.

Lincoln: I’m leaving.

Tatum: I’ll tell Minnie you’re being an ass. Or, if needed, I’ll tell her about that time her date disappeared…

Lincoln: You wouldn’t.

I shake my head at the four of them, slightly confused with what’s going on when another message comes through.

Lincoln: Tatum! Are you the reason my sister just smacked me in the head?

Asher: I got one too.

Lincoln: It hurt.

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