Page 24 of Spirit Witch

“There you are, Nizhoni.I have been searching for you,” he murmured, kissing me hard.

I kissed him back, clinging to him as emotions filled me.I cried then, not holding anything back, and wondrous man that he was, Judge, orCalonas I knew him, held me through it all.

“I didn’t remember.I am so sorry,” I whispered, but he shook his head.

“They tried to part us, but they failed.That is all that matters.You are with me now, and I am not going anywhere,” he said, and it was everything I needed to hear.

He held me tightly, spooning me from behind.We played a little game where I told him everything I could about us, and he filled in the blanks.It felt so good to be known, to be seen, and when I was inside his arms, there was a peace inside of me I had never felt without him.Like he was the other part of my soul.

“It’s the same for me,” he said, though I hadn’t voiced my thoughts aloud.“When we were children, attending the same parochial school, my grandfather told me you were special,” he murmured, and I listened, all ears.

“I remember him,” I said, frowning as I struggled to recall the name I called his stalwart grandfather.“Baba,” I mused, and he smiled.

“Yes, we called him Baba.He asks for you often, wonders why I did not go after my soul mate, but I swore to him, and I swear to you, Nizhoni, I tried.When I found you again, in this place, I understood why I could not reach you.”

“You mean, because of the wards and protection spells?”I asked.

“Yes, there is that.But there is more at play.More you have yet to remember.”

“Can’t you just tell me?”I asked, expelling a tired breath.

I knew he couldn’t even before I felt him shake his head against my shoulder.Still, we talked for hours more.I was glad some of my memories were right, even if they did suck.

It was true, I’d been orphaned and lived in foster homes.Judge had attended the same school as me, and it was parochial, a Catholic school.St Patrick’s was the name.There was an old cemetery on the same property, and given my abilities.I was not surprised as Judge told me another story from when we were young, something I remembered clearly with every word he spoke.

“I looked for you after school, but you were nowhere to be found.Finally, my own guides showed me a sign, and I went to the cemetery and there you were, curled up behind an old tombstone with your eyes shut tight and fingers in your ears,” he whispered.“I picked you up, carried you to my car.Thirteen years old, but I knew then what I know now, Nizhoni.You and me, we belong together,” he said, kissing my shoulder.

Warmth filled me, and I wondered at the quiet confidence I could feel oozing from him.Judge Dusek was special to me.And I wanted to be his, yes, I really did.

“You brought me to Baba’s truck, and he took us for cheeseburgers and milkshakes,” I said, recalling the memory.

“Yeah.Then he brought you to this same tent, and for two days the three of us sat here and had a real and ancient Spiritwalker sweat.You know, up until that time, Baba wouldn’t do one for me.When he finished yours, we ate us a big beef stew, and he drove you home,” Judge finished.

“I remember.The family fostering me hadn’t even wondered where I was,” I whispered and a sudden, stark sadness filled me.

There was another piece I was missing, but it was still covered up in that dense fog blocking my path.Judge remained quiet, but he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight a while longer.

I knew we would have to get back to work soon.But I wasn’t ready to let go of this reconnection between us.I turned in his arms, pressing my mouth to his and taking control of the situation, silently afraid he’d push me away.But he didn’t.

Thank the gods for that.

Instead, he pulled me closer, caressing me with his hands, finding my breasts and squeezing them gently.He found all the right spots.Tugging, pinching, coveting.By the time his fingers slipped between my wet folds, I was more than ready for him.

He growled, nipping my bottom lip between his teeth as he rolled onto his back,

“Calon,” I gasped, unsure and a little scared at the intensity of my feelings for him.

Even more than that were his feelings for me.I could sense them coming from him, and they were big.Judge Dusek loved me.I saw it in his glittery dark gaze and felt it in the magic humming all around us.He loved me unconditionally.

It was then I realized whoever was responsible for splitting us up had royally fucked up.They had failed and we would triumph.

Together.

“Need you.Waited for so long, love.You are mine, Nizhoni, mine,” he whispered, sitting up and lifting me, positioning his head at my soaked entrance before pulling me back down.

“Yes, Gods, yes.”

We both moaned as he filled me so good.He was big, and I was tight, and the burning stretch that accompanied his complete possession of me was unlike anything I had ever known.But this time, it was more than a physical taking.This time, I felt his spirit, his magic, calling to mine.

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