Kyson
The precious emeralds in her eyes swarm with confusion at my actions, I couldn’t exactly explain myself but even if I did – white lies were ready at the tip of my tongue.
Maybe it was a good thing that I couldn’t speak.
Jasmine Ravenstone is beyond ethereal, her beauty danced along the lines of dark magic. She is the perfect embodiment of the ancient magic we practice, if a spell took physical form – it would look like Jasmine.
Being half wolf and half witch, a curse itself for being a half-breed, I wasn’t going to be blessed by any Goddess with a mate. It’s the fate I have to suffer, and I was content with that until I saw her. I’ve studied everyone in this room and while that might sound stalkerish – I didn’t have a choice.
A picture couldn’t do her justice, the fe
