Issue # 6- A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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“I already told you twice!” Ephra barks out lifting her worried gaze from Mikel lying on his bed to the old woman Arapos.”I used a lessening charm to get him into the car then I brought him home!” She meets the hag’s cloudy stare then drops her vision back to the Guardian. He was SO pale.

“You`ll want to watch your tone witchlet!” Arapos spits slathering some fetid smelling substance roughly into the already pungent wound. “Your ample teats and winsome face will sway me little. How did you seal the gate?”

“A binding charm,” Ephra whispers while monitoring Mikel`s breathing. Each strong breath in widens the intricate raven inked across his chiseled chest, the birds wingtips reaching up both sides of his corded neck. She longs to place her mouth to the pulse under the ebony flight feather, to feel his hearts work upon her lips.

“That will do for now. Mikel will have to return to seal it properly. Sloppy work Guardian” the ancient oracle comments rubbing the green paste deeply into Mikel`s side. The male groans and the witch makes a sound of worry.

“He will survive won`t he?” Ephra queries keeping his chilled left hand tightly held between her small ones.

“Don`t fret witch Rayvenwing will live to fill your gold coffer yet again.”

She dislikes the oracle, deeply. But she knows the power she possesses so she bites back the testy reply resting on her tongues tip.

“Tell me your name girl.”

“Ephra,” she whispers softly.

“No! Your coven name chit!” Arapos hisses, tossing her white plait over her bony shoulder, her twisted hands moving over his nude body looking for more injuries with touch.

“Delacroix.” Envy races through her. SHE should be tending him not the old hag! Oracles holy braid running to her ankles or not!

“A good coven,” the seer announces, “Inner circle`s strong with matriarchal power. Warlocks are too unstable for high coven rankings.”

Arapos then tugs the sheet up to cover the Guardian`s manhood although why she affords the man this she knows not. The witch had done more than touch her eyes upon Rayvenwing`s staff she would wager. Witches were a hot blooded race she admits straightening with a wrinkled hand to her lower back. Then again so were the Rayvenwing’s, which is why this particular Rayvenwing found himself guarding portals instead of…

The near silent beat of wings brings her gray head around as Dante soars in the open door. Ephra`s blue eyes find the raven peering at her from his perch atop the dark wooden armoire. She blinks at the appraisal from Mikel`s other. This keep and all its inhabitants made her uncomfortable, aside from Mikel.

“He returns with news,” Arapos states moving across the massive chamber to find then toss more logs into the huge fireplace. Smoke hugs the cathedral ceiling as the three wait for the lupid`s toxin to wane.