I already knew the ritual in my vampire, psychic, witchy, ghost whispering soul.
I could picture my father casting pentagrams in the air and calling to the angels. I could feel the forces of the elements balancing all around him.
But then came more… ritual robes of white, and all-seeing eyes… and white roses… and… salt… I saw salt.
Edna grabbed my attention back by breaking up the hand holding and getting to her feet. She walked around us, speaking the holy names and drawing symbols in the air.
The room changed. The atmosphere shifted and we were in a space of pure magic, connected to the energies above. The rest of the world blurred and there was only us, the nine witches, at the boundaries of our own sphere. The centre of our combined energies and auras.
Edna sat back down when she’d finished casting, and she looked across at me with a smile.
“Here we are to welcome our ninth, Katherine Blakely, to our circle. Katherine, please take your place amongst us, and commit yourself to our coven.”
It felt like an honour to stand in the centre by the altar.
Edna asked me the questions.
“Katherine, do you feel the connection to the spirits through us? Do you feel the force of the ritual within our group?”
I nodded emphatically with a smile on my face, because, yeah I felt it. I could feel it tingling through my vampire veins.
“Yes, I do.”
“Katherine, do you vow to respect the privacy of the Garway lodge, and share no secrets with outsiders?”
“Yes, I do.”
“And do you vow to explore the mysteries alongside us, bringing the forces of goodwill into the world around us?”
“Yes,” I said. “I do.”
“Do you truly want to walk the path ofknow thyselfalong with the rest of us? Do you vow to give your trust over to the higher powers to guide your way?”
“Yes, I do.”
She took her hands in mine and gripped them tight.
“Then we welcome you to our circle, Katherine. You are now a member of the Garway coven.”
The other witches clapped as I took my seat, and I was so happy to be amongst them that my soul soared sky high.
“Have you ever learnt the art of skyring?” Amy the crystal lady asked me.
“No,” I said. “I haven’t got a clue.”
“How about we get started, then?” She handed me a clear quartz sphere.
Since I saw the patterns swirling inside it and scenes coming to life inside my mind the very moment it touched, I could somehow believe I’d be quite good at this witchy thing…
Havingsexwithavampire literally is, out of this world.Making lovewith a vampire, even more so. But making love with a vampire when you’re a vampire yourself is – mind-blowing? Sure. Seriously there aren’t the words.
We were in the aftermath of our first session of the evening when Hans looked over at me with a smirk.
“So, how about you tell me again about the coven?”
I shook my head and poked my tongue out.
“Try to snare me into revealing secrets all you like, Hans, but it’s not going to work. Not even in the afterglow.”