While I was daydreaming about Alessandro, Juli busied herself, setting fire to a few stalks of dried plants on another stolen (sorry, “borrowed”) breakfast plate, and shoving it under my nose.
“Inhale. They’re herbs,” she explained. “As you breathe it in, you’ll feel part of the goddess’s magic power enter you.”
“Stinks like hell,” I mumbled.
“That’s okay. It has magic powers. A mystic cloud.”
I inhaled the awfully stinky magic power from the mystic cloud. I almost suffocated, and only a coughing fit helped clear my lungs.
“Now repeat after me,” Juli spoke. She really should get a job as a full time medium, I thought. “My goddess, thank you for hearing my request and for bringing me this person who will be my true mate.”
I repeated what she said, and then Juli ripped the page out of
