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around her, fluttering her hair around her face.
    He had seen witches conjure magic before, but he didn’t have
an emotional investment in any of those witches and Bryanna’s beauty stunned
him. Shifting on his feet, he adjusted his now semi-hard-on in his pants,
continuing to watch her. He suspected she wouldn’t produce a flower, yet he
didn’t know what would show up and wondered if skin care products were all her
magic delivered.
    After a gust of wind rushed through the field, she opened
her eyes and he took a few steps forward, sure his eyes were misleading him. As
he settled closer to her, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw, and
without thought, he burst out laughing.
    Bryanna glared down at the cheetah-print chair resembling a
high-heeled shoe, then she raised her narrowed eyes to him. “If you’re going to
laugh at me, I’m so not doing this.”
    Raising his hands in surrender, he tried to restrain his
laughter, but failed miserably. Of all the things he thought she would conjure,
such a strange piece of furniture hadn’t been what he expected. “You cannot
deny the amusement here.”
    “Sure, I can.” She folded her arms and continued to scowl.
“There’s nothing funny about my magic. It’s ridiculous.”
    “All perception,” he reminded her gently.
    Was Bryanna a classic witch? Far from it, but that’s what
made her special.
    He simply needed to find a way for her to see her gifts were
a blessing and not a flaw. “Does your magic always come out with no sense of
order?” At her nod, he considered her talents, then asked, “If you tried again,
would you get the same chair or something different?”
    She stared at the chair in pure disgust before she shrugged
at him. “No idea. I’ve never tested the theory.”
    “Test it, then.”
    Rolling her eyes, she gave him another curse, then conjured
her magic in the same way he’d witnessed only a moment ago. When the wind
ceased, Zeke bit his lip hard to avoid laughing as he stared down at two
matching steel tables, both in the same high-heeled shoe design.
    “There,” she spat. “Satisfied?”
    “So…” He carefully controlled his voice, considering she
looked ready to banish him to hell. “It’s a different piece of furniture, but
it’s part of the matching set.”
    Her eyes once again narrowed. “Go on, laugh. I know you want
to.”
    As he stared at her, he swallowed, his insides quivering,
but when he glanced down at the furniture, it was game over. “Forgive me.” He
keeled over, bending at the hip and resting his hands on his knees, barking a
loud shout of laughter. “I’m not laughing at you.”
    She snorted. “You’re laughing with me, right?”
    Taking a few deep breaths to send the laughter away, he
straightened and instantly grabbed her hand, tugging her toward him. “You can’t
blame me. It’s funny, Bryanna.”
    “No, it really isn’t!” she snapped against his chest.
    Moving a little away from her, he found her avoiding his
gaze, so he tucked a finger under her chin. “It’s not you , it’s the
items themselves. They are quite original.” The second the words passed through
his lips, an idea struck him hard in the chest.
    Her gaze became curious, head tilting. “What?”
    Had he discovered the answer to fix her? He’d swear he had
on the Devil himself. “Conjure more.”
    * * * * *
    An hour—a very long, treacherous hour—had passed and Bryanna
gazed over all the items surrounding her. She had produced everything and
anything. From furniture to candles to bath oils and even odd jewelry, which
were all things that had nothing to do with the earth element. She turned
toward the demon, who continued to grin at her. “Happy?”
    “Incredibly.” His gaze drifted over each item in a slow
sweep. “I’ve never seen quite so many quirky thingamajigs, as you’ve called
them.”
    Oh, by the elements, this was mortifying. She couldn’t
produce a single leaf, flower or create an earthquake. Instead,