Chapter Thirty Nine - The Crime of Witchcraft
ANTHONY POV When I first saw her, my heart wanted to jump out out of my chest. Her dark curls are longer than what I remember, and they suit her well. Her green eyes are like priceless emeralds and the sun hits them perfectly, leaving a sparkle in her eyes. She smells of sage and lavender and suddenly it’s my most favourite scent in the whole world. A tingle runs up my spine and my heart rate picks up its pace. Her eyes finally meet mine, and I swear my racing heart skipped a beat. “Mate” She speaks at the same time I do, and I want nothing more but to make her mine, no mater who’s watching. I don’t know what else to do, so I take her hand and pull her close to me. I push her hair out of her face and rest my thumb on her cheek. “Sal
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