Bound by Magick 4-in-1 Box Set (Pentacles of Magick) Read Free

across the desk to examine the card closely.
“Uh, Ms. Gallagher—may I call you Rena?” She nodded her assent. “I don't
see anything different about this card.” Although the increase in power
concerned him. A civilian like her should not be able to have this affect.
“It's been in our family for generations and, while it is a beautiful
depiction, I don't see what has piqued your interest.” His hand reached for the
card and brushed against hers for a brief moment. A whisper of power sparked
through his arm and his heart stuttered in shock. Her sharp intake of breath
told him she had felt it, too.
    “There—there is a hidden story in these cards, and I
believe this card is the key to the answers.”
    Withdrawing his hand, he stared into her eyes. His power
stirred through his body with it’s all too familiar seductive call, and he knew
his eyes had darkened.
    Danger.
      Something about
this woman was pulling at him.
    “This—this card, when I touched it I felt something. A
pull. As if being tugged into the scene on the card.”
    He found himself physically drawn to her voice, her passion,
as she reluctantly told him the story. The story of his family she had found
depicted in the cards, the curse of he and his brothers lives.
    Four male witches born every other generation. Two sets of
twins bound to carry The Power through the family line, if they could avoid the
seductive call of the darkness every time they used their powers. The combined
power of the four would be unlike any other, but the cravings created from
using their magick would darken their souls piece by piece until the ability to
tell right from wrong would disappear, and the magick would quickly destroy
their life forces.
    Anger, greed, and lust, all luring them to the evil
potential of their magick.
    He watched her fidget nervously with the card, her agitation
growing as she continued through the family story she had managed to decipher
from a seemingly typical deck of cards.
    “Until this card…” He sat forward placing his hand over
hers, giving in to temptation as well as attempting to reassure her, to calm
her obviously frazzled nerves. When his hand covered hers atop the Ten of
Pentacles a streak of energy surged through her hand into his body, slamming
him back in his chair and pushing it against the shelves behind him.
    He gulped in air as magick flooded his body. In his fight to
hold it in check he almost missed the difference. Instead of the dark weighty
feel of his typical powers, this magick was light and bright with a different
feel altogether.
    What the fuck?
    “It's true then? You’re a witch.” Her hands trembled as she
knotted and twisted them together.
    He wanted to deny her claim. To excise her from his house as
quickly as possible before anything more happened. But as he sat there
struggling to maintain his composure, a free flow of energy swept through his
system, making it impossible to deny. He didn’t need a mirror to know his
appearance had changed. Years of living and breathing magick twenty four seven
had taught him a certain amount of control and in seconds this Ms. Gallagher
had wiped that from him.
    Without it his eyes turned black and his skin grew itchy and
hot until he did something to expel the excess energy. Not to mention she sat
in front of him staring—eyes wide in disbelief at the truth before her.
She’d obviously come here knowing and just needed some evidence to prove her
theory. So he’d play along—for now.
    “Yes. I’m a witch, and the story you just told is my
family's history.” With the last of his shredded control, he pulled his chair
to the desk and leaned forward tapping the Ten of Pentacles with his finger.
“And what exactly do you think is so important about this card? It's just a
simple depiction of a flourishing wealthy family.”
    “You're right. That's what I thought the first hundred times
I looked at it as well. Until…” She bent down to rummage through her