✨ One wish. One soulmate. A whole lot of chaos. ✨
On her 18th birthday, Mira Blackwell made a simple wish: "I wish for my soulmate to find me." What she didn't expect was Draven Darkmoor, the brooding king of the demon world, with cold eyes and a he...
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Chapter 2: We Can Talk, Now.
Mira
I ran to my room, buzzing with excitement that Nightmare finally wanted to do the spell that would allow us to communicate. I could feel the connection between us deepening, as if I already understood what he was trying to say. I grabbed the dusty spell book from my bookshelf—the one the witches back home had given me before I left, just in case I ever encountered my familiar.
"Okay... here it is!" I squealed, rushing back to Nightmare, who was sitting patiently on the counter, his red red eyes watching me intently.
I settled down in front of him and opened the book, flipping through the pages until I found the spell.
"This is it!" I said, my heart racing as I began to read aloud. The words flowed from my lips, weaving the magic that would allow Nightmare and me to truly speak. No more meows—this time, he would be able to communicate with me through my mind, or even speak real words instead of just cat noises.
"Now I just need your permission for the spell to work," I said, locking eyes with Nightmare. He meowed again, which I interpreted as a bored yes. Okay, still a brat, I see.
"Okay... ready?" I asked, and he nodded. I took a deep breath and began the spell, whispering the final words: "I give permission for Nightmare to speak to me through mind or through words. So mote it be."
As I cast the spell, I felt something unlock between us—a wall that had been there suddenly shattered. The connection I thought was strong before intensified, a rush of energy flowing between us.
"So, I'm guessing the spell worked?" he said in my mind, making me jump. His voice was deep, cold, and oh-so-sexy. Oh, shut up, Mira. He's a cat! Your familiar!
"Oh, I guess it did," I replied aloud, still processing the incredible shift.
"Mhm, now I have to say, Witch, your cooking needs improvement. I suggest you stop using spells and try using your hands next time." Was he seriously critiquing my cooking?
"Do you really have to be an ass right now?" I gritted through my teeth. He shrugged and shook his head.
"Will you listen—"
"No. You're my familiar. You'll be the one listening from now on." He looked at me blankly, his cold expression making me shiver.
Why was my familiar so intimidating—and kind of scary? "You don't give me orders, Mira. I do that. Screw being your familiar. I'm the damn—" He stopped mid-sentence and jumped off the counter, heading toward the living room. I followed him as he leaped onto the couch, laying down and crossing his paws.
