“I hate to say it, Aggie, but I wish one of the fey dragons singed your hair years ago,” Drake chuckled as he admired his mate. “You look stunning.”
“I feel stunning,” Aggie laughed as she patted her hair. “I have to give it to Summer. She is a magician with my hair, and soon, she will be with other things too.”
“Really? At what?”
“Summer has asked me to teach her magic and how to be a witch,” Aggie said. She saw Drake’s expression and knew he had reservations. “Try not to worry, my love. Summer and I talked the entire time she worked on my hair. She would like to focus on the healing arts, which largely involve potions and similar remedies. Summer understands that I am a born witch and carry magic, and what she will be is quite different. Still, I see no reason to deny her the educatio
