Simone
So, the cat was out of the bag.
It had taken so much energy to dissolve the magic surrounding him that I must have blacked out. The magical net wrapped around his body had been intricate as hell, definitely not the work of an amateur witch. The complexity of it had been staggering, layers upon layers of malicious spellwork designed to be permanent.
I’d dealt with magical curses before, but nothing like this. Most hexes were simple things, bad luck charms, minor compulsions, the occasional fertility curse some bitter ex would throw around. This had been a masterpiece of dark magic, woven with such skill and malice that it must have taken incredible power to create.
Maybe Irene or Lunessa, two of the most powerful witches I knew, could have accomplished what I’d just done, but it
