"I've been willing to ask, how's this happening?"
Valiah Hundra raised a perfectly carved witchy brow as she replied with a smirk on her translucent face. "How else do you think? It's magic—an ability I happen to possess in wicked abundance. About your earlier request, how did the spell go?"
Jodie was back in her room, specifically inside her bathroom. She'd summoned Valiah Hundra again after getting Ares back into his bed. The memory of that hectic task still filtered through her mind as she stood before the ancient witch. Ares had been knocked out cold, but his face was etched in a frown as she drew his duvet up to his chest—almost as if he was very aware of what was going on. The little wrinkle that had appeared between his brows was smoothed away with her fingers before she dropped a kiss on his lips and hurried out of the room.
