Nyx
“There is still blood in your hair.”
Irene sounded almost impressed as I reached up to where she was indicating. Sure enough, there was a dried speck of blood on me. It wasn’t from the fight with the group of rogue wolves last night. I’d showered. But when I’d stepped out of the shower and Rhyson walked in covered in blood…
It was definitely the dirtiest s*x I’d ever had.
Blushing at the thought, I quickly raked my hair back into a hairband. “Red hair. Hard to see all the blood sometimes.”
Smirking, Irene pointed to the circle she’d outlined with chalk. “Sit here.”
“Why?”
“There is really old magic in this den, and it has a mind of its own. It likes things nice and tidy, so we have to perform our spells in a chalk circle. If we don’t, and the old magic doesn’t like what we’re do
