Marcus the very concept of hex bags, he loathed them with a passion. They were sneaky type of magic leaving it in a secluded area to kill somebody, taking somebody's luck without them knowing It. To him, sneaking about was not the way to go, it would be easier to go for the kill earlier, get it all done with before it all.
He wasn't against killing. He had killed before, he’d witnessed the light die from a man’s eyes, he’d seen mortals he cared for slowly waste away and die, he’d seen people fighting and dying what they believed in. much in his lifetime. Hexes didn’t just kill but the tortured the victim, how a person would slowly waste away until they became a shell of the person they once were. Jane was trying to hex the house, his house.
He wondered if his Mistress even knew if her co
