I rocked to a stop when I saw Ferria standing in the glow of a streetlight. I almost chuckled. She was a w***e. It was about time she stood in her natural habitat.
"There you are, you little b***h. Where's my magic?" she demanded, not moving from under the spill of the light.
"If you're talking about the spheres, that would be my magic. And it's back where it belongs." I laid a hand on my chest. "Guess you're s**t out of luck, you filthy cunt."
She jerked back as if I'd struck her.
I felt like rejoicing. I'd always wanted to tell her my thoughts and feelings about how she treated her husband, but also herself. The woman had no self-respect. Always searching for power from outside. She'd never known, or understood, that she had more than enough power inside her.
"Watch how you talk t
