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I collapsed into ecstasy from his words, from his touch. Before I came, I arched and pushed fast and hard to the base of Milo’s cock, clenching around him. When my hips convulsed, Milo’s bucked in a similar motion, each of us cumming.

Milo kept his flaccid dick inside me, scooting closer and hugging me tightly. The stir of his thoughts told me that he had a long night planned. For now, he rested, buried deep.

“I don’t know what lies ahead.” I pushed against him, dozing off. “But please know that I’ll do everything in my power to give you the happiest ever after that ever aftered.”

Milo kissed my shoulder, nuzzling into my neck. “And I will do the same.”

We rested, minds syncing to all the beautiful thoughts that ran freely throughout Milo’s mind.

Chapter Thirty

Summer break had officially hit. There were no final tests, no yearbook signings, no farewells. It was just a goodbye without the closure. Even if I was stepping away from the classroom, parting ways from my homeroom coven after two life-changing years, I wasn’t abandoning my responsibilities as their teacher.

I shared with Milo how the vision reappeared to me, fully formed and revealing Theodore Whitlock as the culprit. It was one Milo had seen many times, one Milo had adverted, but now it rattled inside his inner core; the devastation held a glimmer of possibility because of Theodore’s escape. That possibility wouldn’t last. I’d snuff it out soon.

“You ready?” I asked, stepping into the living room.

“I should be asking you that,” Milo said, joining me. “You sure you wanna do this?”

We’d circled back to this conversation more than once. Milo triple checked every day about if I was sure I wanted to take a sabbatical, if I was ready for the guild industry again, if I was prepared for the stakes of a mission this big.

“I’m certain.” I nodded. “I’m the only one who can.”

Somewhere out there, Theodore Whitlock roamed the earth, his thoughts and feelings too faint for me to pinpoint with ease, but not impossible. We shared this bizarre connection.It was small and similar to the trickle that connected me to my homeroom coven, to my friend Chanelle, to Benjamin after removing the ocean from his mind. In Theodore’s case, it was disgusting. But it existed and served as something that allowed me to sense him.

It’d formed the day he poured his thoughts into my head then slit my throat. It grew when my Doppler slinked inside the MDC and observed Theodore’s mind. It was cemented when I dove into his inner core and ripped apart his gnarled tree as I choked the life out of him.

“And you’re comfortable sending a manifestation off on its own?” Milo asked.

“Yes.” I gestured for him to join me on the floor where we would channel our magics.

I wouldn’t be sending one manifestation after Theodore. I’d summon multiple manifestations at once and break off a tiny piece of magic for them to explore as far as they could. They would each be me entirely—no personas involved, especially since all but Nico continued slumbering deep in my subconscious.

Even with full access to my magic, the ability, the range, I worried it would be too much. Hence why Milo was here. We sat down facing each other. Milo extended his hands and I grabbed ahold, shuddering at the subtle embrace of our channeled magics, our frequencies melding. He anchored me through all things in life; of course, he made the perfect anchor as we channeled and I unleashed telepathy in waves.

“And you’re sure you can summon multiple manifestations at once?”

“Yes.” I kept my eyes firmly shut but could feel Milo looking at me, judgy face on full display. Okay, I heard his surface thoughts gauging my furrowed brow to determine my currentlevel of concentration. “It’s a ten. On a scale of zero to ten, my current concentration level is a ten.”

“That’s a lie.” Milo smirked; I could feel it. “If it were a ten, you wouldn’t be eavesdropping on my thoughts.”

“You know what else isn’t a ten.”

Milo let out an exasperated gasp.

“Please take this seriously.”

“I am. And I’m seriously still a little concerned about you summoning more than one manifestation at a time.”

“Right now, my telepathy is stretched across the city.” I glowered. “I’m enduring several thousand mental ramblings at this moment. Mostly keeping them on the back burner of my attention, but that takes constant work.”

“That’s because of the full range of your telepathy?”

“Yes, so summoning more than one manifestation will be easy enough.” I shrugged. “Hell, it might even dim my branch some, which would ease the number of thoughts funneling through my head all at once.”

“Okay.” Milo squeezed my hands, fully invested in channeling with me. “Let’s do this!”

Manifestations leapt from my being, our vision, our senses, synced and then severed because I couldn’t handle such an overwhelming outpour. They left the penthouse and pursued Theodore. They’d scour every inch of the planet if necessary. There was nowhere Theodore could hide that I wouldn’t locate him. And once a manifestation found him and had a precise location of the warlock and Celestial Coven, that piece of myself would report back, and I’d share the intel with Milo. Then, the great Enchanter Evergreen would move in with the Global Guild forces and eradicate this threat once and for all.

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