That one touch and I felt his aura warming me to the core. It was so clear and bright. So strong. I could see a supernatural’s aura all the time, but feeling it, that was something infinitely more personal and unique. It didn’t happen that often. Only when the person was being very open with me and letting me in.
Almost as soon as the touch was there, it was gone. And I missed it.
What was going on with my feelings for him? I was attracted to him, sure. But then I spilled my guts to him, and now…
“I’m not using the word to be demeaning,” he said, bringing me back to the conversation. I hoped I hadn’t zoned out too much. “I was using it in a very literal way. But if you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
Literal way? Someone had grossly misinformed him. “Me? Princess? Of what? The coven?” I nea
