Her spell had been effective, she had experienced the power of it for herself. She had planned on entertaining Kiran for the next three or four weeks until she could do a pregnancy test, not that she minded a repeat of the previous night.
When she saw that it was 8 p.m. she sat down on the floor and drew a circle in the air around her. She took the crystal from the windowsill and clenched it in her hand tightly as she murmured to herself.
“I call on you, Urdr, to show me what once was. I call on you, Verdandi, to show me what will be. I call on you, Skuld, to show what shall be. I call on the Norns to show me the past, the future and the present.”
Dezrael’s eyes opened with a shocked gasp coming from her throat. Her spell on Kiran had been broken and she was blinded to see how or why it
