DERRICK POV
I knew I was getting involved in some magic s**t the second we stepped deeper into the woods. My gut told me. Onyx told me. Hell, even the little itch crawling down my spine told me. And when I say itch, I mean the kind that makes you want to bare your fangs and rip someone’s throat out, because nothing good ever came wrapped in silk and smelling like heaven.
Warlock tricks. Had to be.
But I wasn’t expecting this.
A clearing. Perfectly carved out of the dense forest, like the trees had bowed their heads and bent their trunks just to make a little stage for us. Moonlight spilled down in a shaft, silver and theatrical, as if the Goddess herself had decided to watch. And in the center—
A table.
Not just any table. A long stretch of polished wood, draped in linen white as bon
