“She?”
“Yes, Destiny.”
“That girl Tilly said you were dating? The bookstore owner?” his father asked.
“Yes.”
“Don’t tell me she’s magical,” his father asked with a hint of scoff.
Dark rolled his eyes at his father’s response. Wizards and arrogance went hand in hand when it came to magic and who wielded it. “She is and she tipped the scales in our favor during the duel. Together, we won.”
“Which your mother and I are extremely thankful for.” Relief carried through in his voice this time.
“Me, too.” Dark, though worn out, still felt the familiar rush of desire for Destiny, even as she went about mundane tasks. He’d been drawn to her from the start, had fallen for her along the way. Now, no way in hell would he let her go. She matched him to perfection. A gift that valuable and rare, h
