When I lifted my lashes, it was to see a man at a nearby table watching me. His cup hovered halfway between his mouth and the table as he stared with hunger in his eyes. I smiled at him, winking flirtatiously before slowly licking my lower lip. He swallowed hard and shifted in his seat. I chuckled, turning back to my coffee.
Read MoreI pushed a honey blonde curl from my face, watching the streets below and searching the skies as I waited for my early morning appointment to show. I could feel the sparks of magick contained within those beings connected to the Source who were flooding into the city. I had known when New Orleans sent out the first powerful beacon, its call nearly deafening me. Since then, the magickal population had increased daily, while those that were native to the area were edgy and irritable. New Orleans was calling her people home.
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