A shudder shimmied down my spine.

The backlash of magic washed over my skin with the arousing caress of a lover’s hands. With only a desk lamp left on for illumination, my physical reaction remained undetected by the others in the room. Not that I would have been embarrassed. 

Magic has always been an aphrodisiac for me, even before I could assume my true form. Emily’s spell casting grew more powerful over the past year and the confinements of the tiny autopsy room magnified it. Being around Veronica did not help either. It left me in a susceptible state.  

Magic hung in the air. Most stayed concentrated around Hamilton’s mutilated corpse but the excess spilled over into the rest of the room. I knew from experience Benjamin felt it. Being a sensitive he could n...

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