Page 30 of Seeking Hades' Ember

“Unfortunately, I can’t say for sure Hades. Again, there is a mixture of other magics inside her that I can’t pull from her. Magic evolves every day, and this is the first time I have witnessed this many spells on one person. Who have you wronged lately that is powerful enough to cast so many spells?”

“No one new that I can think of. You know where I have been the past 1000 years. Hecate nodded. “Should I contact Selene, see if she can help and if a bond can take care of this, since it doesn’t look like you can help?”

Hecate shook her head as she pressed her thumb to Jillian’s head. “I’m sorry, she won’t be able to help either. Jillian’s best bet is to ride it out. I could try and rid her of every individual spell separately, but the consequences would be far worse in her weakened state. Jillian being with you has already awoken some of her memory. The bond is helping just enough, be patient.” Hecate put an invisible cross on Jillian’s head and touched the stone around her neck, one to have said to hold most of her power.

“I’ve blessed her that no other spell would ever touch her with any magic... Once she comes out of these spells no one will be able to cast a single thing on her head. A gift only precious enough for the future Queen of the Underworld.”

“Thank you, Hecate. I appreciate your efforts.”

Hecate instantly vanished as I continued to hold Jillian in my arms.

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I still needed to talk to Loukas about the new knowledge he had on the angels he spoke to but right now, I just wanted to concentrate on her. It was all my damn fault and stewing over it wasn’t helping one fucking bit.

Carrying her out of the infirmary, I took her with me to my office. She has nightmares without me so I’m going to have her with me the entire time she naps. I don’t give a flying bat out of hell if anyone gives me shit about it.

My office was filled with papers. Male servants were dusting but scurried out the door when they saw me enter with Jillian. Looks like my friends must have done every cunt in the damn place since I haven’t seen any maids around here. That’s how it should be. My woman was the only one I needed under this roof.

I took a long drag of her smell. She still smelled like gardenias on a crisp, spring morning with a hint of cinnamon. Her golden hair had become lighter, not as dull as when she arrived, and the color on her face was showing that pinkish hue when she would get embarrassed. Sneaking one kiss wouldn’t hurt, would it?

The cheek and forehead kisses were great, don’t get me wrong, but I wanted those pouty lips of hers. They were calling me like a fucking siren and if I didn’t have a taste I think I would drown. Pulling her closer to me, I tickled her cheek once more to see if she would open her eyes. Leaning in, my nose grazed hers as my lips were mere centimeters away before her eyes fluttered open.

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