Author: Aileen Erin
Category: Paranormal
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I waved a hand through the air. “No. You’re right. I’m being dumb. Protection will be much more useful. It’d be good to not get spelled again—like what your mom did—”
Daniel winced. “Sorry about that.”
“Did you do the spelling?”
“No.”
“Then why are you apologizing?”
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“Because she’s my mother. Look, I know that maybe things would’ve worked out differently between us had you not gotten bitten, and I was a little—okay, probably a lot—disappointed about it, but fate is what it is. It wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t meant to be.”
Daniel was shorter than Dastien by inches, but still taller than me. He was fit, but not like the werewolves. Not ugly by any means, but I felt zero attraction to him. Not that attraction hinged entirely on looks, but the chemistry was missing. That zing. With Dastien, it was so strong that I sometimes couldn’t feel anything else when we were together.
Whatever Luciana had planned, marriage to her son was never going to be in the cards.
“So, the good thing about protection spells is that they have more to do with the motion and will than with saying the right thing—which can get tricky for spells in Latin.”
I shrugged. “Makes sense.”
He dug around in one of the cabinets. “Claudia?” He called.
She appeared at the door with a box of glasses. The generic kind that came in sets from Target—eight tall and eight short. “Sorry. Forgot you wanted these.” She set them on the worktable. “Want me to stick around?” she asked me.
“Nah. We’ve got it covered,” Daniel answered.
Claudia kept her eyes on me. I shook my head. “Thanks.” I’d be fine. If I couldn’t handle this guy, how was I going to be able to handle his mother?
“We’re going to make them shatterproof,” he said as Claudia left. “Once you get that down, then you can extend it to any object or person. You can even cast spells so that anyone who wishes you harm can’t enter your room or house.”
“Like a supernatural security system?”
“Exactly!” He grinned.
That would totally come in handy. “Cool.”
He dug around under the stack of books until he found what he was looking for. He opened to a page, and it looked like a book of Celtic knots. The pages were worn and a little wrinkled, but the colored knots still stood out brightly on the faded paper.
He flipped a few pages. “The spell knots are color coded. Some knots—” he flipped to the back of the book—“require using two kinds of intent. So, if a knot is drawn in more than one color, you know when to switch intent.” He went back to the beginning of the book. “But that’s getting ahead of ourselves. This is a basic knot that can make an object or material stronger. If we perform the spell correctly, it’ll make the glass unbreakable for as long as a week, depending how successful we are.”
“Nice.” I was a total klutz, so this could actually come in handy. I might never crack another iPhone screen again.
“The key is starting and ending the knot in the same place. That’s what holds the spell together,” Daniel said.
“Wait. Do we literally draw the spell? Like with a pencil or something?”
“Nope. It’s mostly mental. You trace a knot with your fingertip wherever you want to spell applied.”
Okay. This was getting ten times harder. “If you’re not using a pencil, how do you know where the knot starts and ends?”
“That takes practice. It’s best to envision a point and start there. Then you just have to remember to go back to that point when you end. Don’t worry. We have plenty of glasses to work with, so we can do some trial and error. By the time you’ve gone through the box, you should have that knot down.”
“Got it.”
He started me off by tracing the paper with a finger over and over. It seemed like a waste of his time to stand there watching me, but every time I messed up, he corrected me. It was harder to stay on the lines than I expected.
Once I made a successful knot twenty times in a row, Daniel said we could move on to the first glass. “Remember to make sure you’re incorporating your will into the knot. You have to believe—you have to know—that the glass isn’t going to break.”
That seemed a little counterintuitive. How was I supposed to know it was going to work if I’d never done it before?