Ah, sweetheart, what are you doing?”

“I think that’s pretty obvious. I’m witch-handling your orgasm-giver.

My teeth ache, my gums hurt, and my cat is tearing me apart, wanting you in every way imaginable. Your body. Your magic. Your fire spirit. Your blood.

I really want to call you to me in a thunderbolt so I can smack you. We’re not even married yet and I want to strangle you with my bare hands. That doesn’t bode well for your life expectancy, Assefa, or my chance of staying out of prison on a homicide charge

Fire witches are two parts sweet and one part sour, the perfect Daiquiri—classic, delicious, and deceptively potent.

Trust her heart, Assefa, and believe in yourself. No matter the challenge, no matter the foe, be brave, be wise, be the undefeated Mngwa of lore.

Do you feel it? The connection between us? The pull? The power of our link?