She noted Bartholomew was studying her intently, awaiting her next move. It was he who had brought the war to her. She had no need to rush anything, and she stood waiting for his next move. Again, she saw his lips move and she felt the rush of wind as an incantation flew past them to envelop the group standing behind her. She sniffed the air. A spell of seduction and entrapment.
Curiosity at the moans behind her had her turn her head slightly to take in the scene behind her as every single warlock behind her struggled against the spell. She raised an eyebrow in her groom’s direction, and he winked at her.
“It does smell divine my love, but nothing like you,” with a snap of his wrist, the air around them cleared and she gave a low chuckle as he chastised his brothers, calling them horny w
