LUKAS

TWELVE

Anastasia's POV

That night, Lukas and I practiced our magic as if it were a religion. So far I had officially mastered the art of telekinesis. Also known as moving objects with your mind. I still had to perfect my powers of giving life back to the dead, though.

I did think of reviving Azriel and there were a few reasons why I chose not to do it. 

One, I didn't know where his body was. Two, I had already found my second chance mate, so that would conflict with the moon goddess' plan.

That being said, you probably wonder why I am giving life back to my mother than. Well, because not everyone gets a second chance mate. I have strong beliefs that my father is one of those people. I wasn't going to watch him wallow in sadness all day and go through packs of cigarette. So, that is the reason for the journey I am on at the moment.

"Good, try again," Lukas says after I had just brought a squirrel back to life. I smile at him and see a bird before I bring it down to me from the tree. It rests in my hand before I squeeze its head in my hand blood gushed out into my hand as the wings flapped before it went completely limp. I held the head in my hands gently before I undid everything. The blood from my hand drew back up into the head of the bird that was slowly mending before me.

When the bird was well, I lifted my hand and watched it fly away. I watched the bird as it returned to a nearby nest. I smiled as I turned back to Lukas to see his head tilted as he watched me intently. I felt myself blushing as he leaned against a tree.

It was impossible for me to not notice how hot he looked right now. His hair was tied back in a loose bun and his biceps looked huge as he crossed his arms. And the look in his eyes. My God.

"If you stare any longer, I'll have to mark you tonight," Lukas explains. I blushed even more but failed to move my gaze. "How do witches even mark their mates?" I question. I was truly curious. He chuckles before explaining to me. "We basically tattoo our own logo on the body part of our choosing using magic." He waves his hands in the air, creating jazz hands. I laugh and sit cross-legged on the ground.

"Then please, weave your magic, Sir." I look up at him daringly. He chuckles before approaching me. He kneels on one knee before me and takes my chin and gently leads me towards him. He brushes my lips slightly before his tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip. I close my eyes as he softly presses a kiss to my lips then pulls away. When I lean in for another, he moves away. He shakes his head.

"Sorry, no can do. You should probably know that I love to tease." He says before standing back up, leaving me there. I pouted as I watched him go further and further away from me. "Shall we get back to practice?" He asks, smirking.

I can't believe him. Two can play at that game. "Exactly what I thought... You don't have the balls to come over here and mark me." 

I almost snicker when I see the expression on his face. I could tell that he was mere seconds away from cracking. "I don't even think you have it in you to kiss me." I tease.

"Keep talking." I could hear the conflict in his voice and I could tell that his mind was swarming. Perfect time to read his thoughts. I stare up at him innocently, hoping he would meet my gaze and take the bait. If he did, I would have a sweet victory.

His eyes finally flickered to mine and to my surprise, they were two shades darker. I hold his gaze and start sifting through all his brain activity until I find his thoughts.

I'm not gonna mark her because I have control over myself.

Lies.

I can handle this. It's just a game. You got this, Lukas.