Kavira's POV
I checked over my supplies, frowning as I noticed the repellent running low again. I’d been cultivating the herbs and spices needed to make it for years ever since a witch taught me how to brew it in secret, back when I needed to slip around the packhouse unnoticed by our parents.
Behind the cottage, my garden stood thriving, a tangle of carefully-tended greenery. Bending low, I began plucking what I needed, sorting each leaf and root into its own container. As my hands worked, my thoughts drifted completely uninvited to the walking temptation I’d crossed paths with. That man’s abs... Did he have chest hair?
Before the fantasy spiraled further, my phone erupted with the unmistakable tune of “If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends!” The Spice Girls. Only one
