Thinking about that, I closed my eyes tightly and rambled through my memories. Uncle Garrett had told me about countless spells, even telling me the history of this kind of s*x spell when I wanted to use it against the dead to make them fall in love.
Just then an idea crossed my mind. I remembered an ancient term that talked about the bond of spellcasters.
For Lycans, the smell of their mate was enough, while for vampires, blood was a pleasure.
However, witches and sorceresses had a different way. They were usually attracted to the interactive magic of another sorcerer to the point where both magics claimed ownership and their owners bonded as a pair.
But it was hard for something like that to happen.
A grimace formed on my lips at the thought of that idea. This man had dark magic
