“Give me a minute.” Henry rolled out of bed, grabbed the contents from the floor, and dumped them on top the night stand. He padded over, locked the bedroom door, and came back to me with a smile.
“Where were we?” I asked as I slid my hands up his chest.
“Right about here,” he said.
I was nipping at the side of his neck, and he pulled my legs up higher. I gasped as he slid inside me, his thrusts slow and deep. In response, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and hung on.
As the final vision from the poesy ring played out in real time, a sense of happiness and peace filled me up. I struggled against tears and shuddered at the words I knew were about to be spoken.
Henry tangled his hands in my hair. “Damn it, I love you,” he growled.
His words thrilled me. “I love you too,” I whispered, kissing my way down his neck, and across the tattoo that was on his upper right shoulder.
My admission spurned him on and I hung on and enjoyed the wild ride.
Afterwards we lay in the dark; sweaty, out of breath, and in each others arms.
“Took you long enough to say it,” Henry sighed.
“I didn’t know for sure until today,” I admitted. “But when you sat talking with Eli in the kitchen about the ‘rutabaga rule’, that’s when I knew you were the one for me.” I rolled over on top of him and dropped a kiss on his smart mouth. “I certainly never thought I’d fall for a scoundrel, with a slow, Southern accent and a cocky attitude.”
“I knew you would,” Henry said smugly. “Fall for me, that is. I’m a pretty charming guy after all.”
“It’s a shame you don’t have more self-confidence, Mr. Walker.” I raised my eyebrows and propped myself up on his chest.
“You’re just trying to turn me on again, talking like that.”
“Is it working?” Out of the corner of my eye I saw a bright green glow.
“What’s that light?” Henry asked and reached for the carved box that was out on the nightstand.
“Be careful with that,” I warned as he sat up.
“Is this the poesy ring you told me about?” Henry flipped the lid up but didn’t touch the jewel.
“It is. Christopher Timmons first gave that to his bride—my ancestor, Felicity.”
Henry whistled in appreciation at the jewel. “So the emerald is glowing. That’s a good thing, right?”
I leaned over his shoulder to see for myself. The stone practically pulsed, shining in a vibrant tone of the clearest of deep greens. “Yes, it’s a very good thing.” I reached over, and carefully closed the lid. A faint green glow continued to seep out from around the edges of the box.
“Tell me what that glow is supposed to mean again?” he asked.
I placed the carved wooden box back on the nightstand. “Think of it as a confirmation and a blessing.”
“That’s got me to thinking...” Henry trailed off.
“Yes?” I asked and lay back down with him.
“Instead of a diamond, maybe I should buy you an emerald. A smaller one, mind you...Since an emerald helped us find our way together, that seems like the only logical choice for an engagement ring.”
I hid a smile at his self-confidence. “Well then, I would honestly prefer something smaller, as you said. It’d be much more wearable.”
Henry pressed a kiss to my mouth. “Deal,” he said.
I swore I felt my heart skip a beat. “If we ever get to that point—”
“When,” Henry said. “I’ll want to speak to your father first.”
“Seriously?” I gaped at him. “What century are we in?”
Henry laughed. “Well I’m not sure how all this works with Witches. Are there any marriage rituals I should know about?”
“Handfasting,” I corrected. “Didn’t you come across any in your books?”
“Hmmm, I think I remember seeing something about that.” Henry leaned down and kissed me. “But I have to tell you, I was a little disappointed that I didn’t find any mating rituals.”
I snorted out a laugh. “You sure you’re up for that, Walker?”
He pulled my arms over my head, pinned my hands with one of his, and smiled. “Try me.” His voice was a challenging sort of purr.
As the light of a waxing moon filtered through the windows, the stars sparkled and the breeze carried a hint of the sea inside. Henry and I laughed, loved again and made plans for our future together as a family of three.
My legacy wasn’t hidden any longer, but the poesy ring had given us its blessing. We’d become bewitched and beloved, and blessed by the moon, stars, and sea.
The End
The Legacy Of Magick series continues with, Spells of The Heart.
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