Jeff’s POV
I flopped on the couch in the living room of my father’s penthouse. I had just gotten back from seeing Temperance, and I was exhausted. The spell I used drained my energy quickly, and I was lucky my eyes were still open. I propped my feet on the cushion and leaned my head against the armrest, and closed my eyes. Images of my beautiful wife flashed through my mind. Seeing her made my heart soar and set my soul on fire. Sighing it also made me angry to see that ugly bruise on her neck. Motherfucker is back to abusing her. I sighed.
“I told you that spell would deplete you,” My father’s disapproving voice disrupted my thoughts.
I popped an eye open to give him a sideways glare. “Yeah, yeah, you know everyt
