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naughty teenagers, Sebastian’s arm tightened (though, he did drop my knee). He kept me where I was and took a deep breath. His eyes were closed.
    “Mavis,” he said softly with what sounded like a load of regret and not a little bit of impatience and then he opened his eyes and looked at me and – I kid you not – I thought I was going to have an orgasm just from the way he looked at me!
    Sweet goddess, Mother Earth and all things charmed and bewitched.
    He looked at me like I look at clotted cream, like it was the divine, ambrosia of the gods and I intended to devour, with extreme pleasure, every last bit of it and then lick the container clean at the end.
    Fucking hell indeed.
    Then he let me go.
    I turned and kinda wobbled and Sebastian caught me by the waistband of my jeans and steadied me until I slowly lowered myself to the arm of the couch.
    Then he let go and walked away.
    Far away.
    All the way across the room to stand behind the desk and stare out the huge arched window there.
    Brooding Sebastian was back.
    Auntie Mavis trucked in carrying a tray with tea, sandwiches and biscuits on it. Bless her, she was after this girl’s heart with the food but she could have waited at least fifteen (thirty, mm, maybe forty-five, er…) minutes.
    She started serving, doing it manually which still surprises me. Once I found out about the power we had, I mean, who would ever do anything again if they didn’t have to? But Mavis is of the philosophy (not shared by every witch) that the Power of Wicca, like everything natural, is in limited supply and you shouldn’t waste it.
    She totally ignored the fact that she just walked in on me necking with my bodyguard.
    As for me, I was still semi-panting and trying very hard to keep it together and not charge across the room, take a flying leap, land on Sebastian and rip his clothes off.
    “How is the boy, my dear?” she asked me as she handed me a plate of sandwiches.
    “He’s okay, sleeping in the Trunk Room.”
    She picked up her wand from the tray and drew a circle in the air, lilac and powder blue pixie dust sprang out, hovering in the air for a moment before Paulina Babcock’s (another member of our coven) face filled it.
    “ I was just cleaning up, Mavis,” Paulina told her.
    “Before you go, Babs, please check on the boy if you don’t mind. He’s in the Trunk Room.”
    “Will do.”
    Then, poof , the pixie dust and Paulina were gone.
    Magic is so cool sometimes.
    “Pleased to say that Ms. McShane is safe in her hospital bed for tonight. A very strong but short-lived spell will keep her from harm. How long is she supposed to stay there?”
    “Who knows, probably a few days so they can –” I started to answer.
    “Pish posh.” Yes, Mavis talks like this, she’s a scream. “We’ll have none of that. I know someone…”
    At this point I felt something weird in my stomach, something that was creeping downwards with pinpoint accuracy, something that was warm and melty and a little scary. I looked over at Sebastian and he was not looking out the window anymore but staring at me and…
    “Matty, darling, can I please have your attention?”
    I jumped when Mavis said my name.
    “Oh dear, oh dear,” she said shaking her head at me. “Will you be able to keep your mind on your first Spellbound, I wonder?”
    In answer to that, I asked, “What’s The Mathilda Register?”
    Mm. Her reaction was intriguing. Her head jerked around toward Sebastian who simply shrugged his shoulders and returned to staring out the window.
    We went through the whole rigmarole about who told me what and when.
    “Well, it would seem we have to have a conversation earlier than I thought,” she declared.
    Then she settled into one of the couches with the chocolate biscuits in her lap.
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    If getting my first Spellbound then making out with Sebastian wasn’t enough to make it a big night, what Mavis was about to tell me was going to put the frosting on the cake.
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