Curses, enchanted contracts, and objects. What could a non-witch know about them? My knowledge of magic was limited. Everything I knew had come from Elaine, Madame Long, Desmond, and my new incubus acquaintance, Alistair. I guess my family’s firsthand experience of getting our lives destroyed and watching a loved one pass away after falling victim to the dark arts also counted.
Elaine was the one who had introduced me to the world of s*x spirits. She was the one who had given me the contract. Would it be alright to destroy it without seeking her guidance? The repercussions of such an action could be grave.
“Cassidy, what are you thinking?” Desmond touched my nose to get my attention. “It’s not a big deal. Don’t overthink it.” He fondled my cheek with the back of his hand. “We’re in love
