The Witches Image

Chapter 21

The two of you finished breakfast and Copia got ready for work while you went back to your room to pack your things for later. You talked to Madsion and told her that you would be staying with Copia for a few days. Then you went out into the garden to help Primo.

Primo was already in the garden when you arrived, humming to himself as he tended to his roses. He looked up when he heard you approach and smiled broadly.

"Ah, there you are!" he said, turning to you. "I'm glad you're here. I need help with something."

"Of course!" you smiled and grabbed a pair of pruning shears from the bench and began to cut the roses.

Primo watched as you expertly handled the shears, cutting the roses with practiced ease. He smiled, clearly impressed by your skill.

"You have a talent for this, sister!" he said, a note of admiration in his voice. "You handle these roses like a pro."

"Thank you, Papa!" you said.

Primo chuckled, obviously pleased by your words. "You don't have to call me 'Papa,'" he said, a hint of amused indulgence in his voice. "I'm just Primo, remember?"

"Yes, sorry!" you smiled.

Primo laughed and waved off your apology. "No need to apologize, sister," he said, his tone still amused. "Just call me by my name."

He paused, watching you continue to prune the roses.

You helped Primo with the roses and other flowers in the garden. You helped him clean his greenhouse and helped him clear the bed of weeds. After lunch, you went to the library to do your chores. As dinner approached, you walked back to your apartment and grabbed your bag. Walking towards Copia's apartment.

Copia sat in his apartment, anxiously awaiting your return. He had checked the clock several times, every minute felt like an hour. He knew he was being ridiculous, that you could take care of yourself, but he couldn't shake the feeling of worry.

Finally, when he heard a knock at his door, he stood up quickly, his heart racing with anticipation.

He quickly walked over to the door and opened it, gasping when he saw you standing there, bags in hand.

"You're back," he said, his voice filled with relief and longing. "I missed you."

"Hey!" you said, holding your bag in your hand.

Copia's eyes swept over you, taking in your appearance. He couldn't help but feel a rush of desire when he saw you standing there in front of him.

"Hey yourself," he said, his voice soft. "Come in, come in."

He stood aside and gestured for you to enter his apartment.

You smiled and came in, putting your bag on the couch.

Copia closed the door behind you, his eyes fixed on you. He watched you place your bag on the couch, his heart rate increasing slightly.

He took a step closer to you, his hand instinctively reaching out to touch your arm.

"You have no idea how much I missed you, mia cara," he said, his voice gruff.

"You smiled at him...I missed you too," you said.

Copia's heart leapt at your words, a mixture of relief and desire coursing through him. He took another step closer, his other hand coming up to cradle your cheek.

"Show me, mia cara," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "Show me how much you have missed me."

"I'm hungry," you said, laughing. "I need your food...cook me food!"