Davina and Oliver had officially mated.
One day a hurt witch had come to see them and as the handsome man looked at her with one blue eye and one brown, she didn’t notice. As long as he kept his eyes respectful, she was fine stitching up his gash and putting a pace over it.
Cleaning the gunk out of his leg, the man winced as the demon blood tried to make it infected, but Davina focused on the poison and as it separated from his blood and out of his wound, it fell into the bowl along with puss and dirt. “f**k!” The witch cursed as his leg bled more but now just blood. Stitching it closed and putting a paste on it as well, the minty cooling healing salve made him sigh out relieved.
No longer bleeding, his ancestors thankful and showering hers, the gem was suddenly in her hand.
“Thank
