Drake, Bewitched

Fire & Desire- Drake

As if the past twenty-four hours couldn't get any stranger, I thought to myself as Jezelda began casting a protection spell for the house.

I should have known she was a witch, just like Sophie. You'd think that if you had a child with one, you'd recognize another pretty easily. Clearly, it didn't work that way. Jezelda was different. She made me feel different.

With Sophie, it was a week of lust—something that was never meant to go further. She had seduced me, but it was, for lack of a better word, superficial. It was child's play. With Jezelda, there was something more.

She sat cross-legged on the bedroom floor, her eyes squeezed shut as she chanted softly. At any moment, I knew, if she really wanted to, she could kill me. And what was stopping her? She must have been feeling the same way I was, and hell, she was only eighteen—that should have been reason enough to stay away. But, call me a fool or a romantic, I couldn't do it.

When my guys discovered who she was, I could have gone straight to Sophie. Maybe all this shit would have been solved already. But I didn't. I was here with her.

"Okay," she said, looking up at me from the floor. "That should be enough protection for tonight, but I have a feeling you won't be getting any trouble. Remember to put salt around your bed."

"Jezelda, I'm not letting you go back out there."

"I'll be fine. I can make myself a sleeping bundle," she yawned. "And I'll be back first thing tomorrow."

"Don't be ridiculous," I said. "You can shower, sleep in my bed, and I'll take the couch. I don't think you should be alone."

"Me? You're the target!"

It was cute how she liked to be in charge. I kinda liked the role reversal, though I was genuinely worried about her being alone. It worried me how tough she liked to act.

I brought my hands together in a prayer position, and she bit back a smile.

"Fine," she conceded. "A shower would be nice."

"Go ahead," I said, "and get yourself sorted."

She grabbed the edge of my bed to pull herself up, but as she stood, she began to stagger. Her eyes closed a bit, and a drop of blood appeared at her nose.

I rushed over and caught her in my arms. "Woah, woah, hey," I said. "You good, Jezelda?"

Her eyes fluttered open slowly. She looked exhausted, her face pale and weak.

"I'm fine, I'm sorry," she said, her hands pressing lightly against my chest for support.

I held her there for a moment, and we locked eyes. If I moved, I knew I could kiss her then—could finish what we'd started. But now, I wasn't sure if she trusted me, or what she wanted.

Her cheeks flushed pink, and she looked down. "I think I'm just a little drained. The water will help me get my energy back."

I nodded and let her go. "I have moisturizers, towels, whatever you need in there. Although, I guess you could just magic that stuff up, right?"

She laughed. "I need to conserve my magic for tomorrow. If you have any plants, water, or anything that would help us while we sleep, that would be great."

I nodded. I'd ask Davis to see what he could do. Sophie had never shared much about the magic side of her life. I'd never asked much either—I never wanted to be involved. But now, there was no avoiding it.

I decided to shower in one of our spare bathrooms. I thought about telling Sophie we'd be on our way, but then I second-guessed it. I didn't want the message intercepted. Was it a good idea to bring this kind of energy around my kid? Adonis was everything to me. But the survival of his dad was important, and this was our only way.