GIDEON I stare out the window of my Mystical Grove mansion the following evening.Something big is coming, I think as I look out at the waning light.The day is almost over, but since it’s been raining since the morning, it looks like twilight the whole day. Well, maybe not that big, but definitely something important, and I’m maybe not going to like it.I wonder if this has anything to do with the woman I keep dreaming about lately.A beautiful woman with titian hair and exotic green eyes turns up in my dreams almost every night and on on my mind a lot during my waking hours, too.In my dreams, I search for her, call out for her, desperately trying to tell her something.I can hear my voice begging.But I can never make out what I was saying.Okay, so I can… see.Like I can glimpse a clue of the future by seeing something significant in my environment, signs that no one else can parse or connect but this different brain of mine, and I can dream dreams that warn me of impending event
GIDEON SO is this my punishment for hurting James and all the others before him due to my ignorance?I ran away from the first family that took me in, and then three foster homes, because I was different.During the time, I was just a freak, the kind that scares regular people. Others—kids and grown-ups—know there is something unusual about me. They never talked about it, because they probably feel afraid others would think they are crazy.I was the freak and I have power over them because of it, and I could feel it even as a child, how scared they are of me. How I make every moment they spend with me hellish.Someone would invariably start acting cruelly because of this terror, or just because somebody’s stupid. I got into fistfights. I never started a fight. But I end up un-punished.Because the adults knew.Or, sometimes, in the case of the foolish, I end up hurting someone.In a way, I was chained and battered. Even as a child, I knew I’m a good person.It’s because I keep wanti
GIDEON BUT how I love storms.There is something majestic about them even when they are the most uncontrollable phenomena on earth.Or maybe it is exactly because of this that I find them so fascinating.Uncontrollable. Powerful. Something like that the power that is inside me.Maybe it is exactly the reason why I like watching storms, because they might show me something that I need to control this storm within me.I took control of my life—a difficult undertaking being alone at the age of fourteen—but I was able to. I eluded the system until I was of legal age.By that time, I have already acquired a significant amount of money by gambling here and there to get me through school and then through college, without having to ask for a student loan that will surely put me in the system for years.Then I discovered the stock market and acquired my first million before I graduated.I took up serious investing in real estate, bought companies to rescue from greedy, unfeeling banks, and m
CHIARA AS I watch the gorgeous man in front of me, I feel strange.In a bit of a quandary.Unbelievable.But in my first glimpse of him, giddiness and pure lust slammed into me.I’m a virgin, for pity’s sake. I’ve never felt anything like this for any man, even the sexually magnetic men I have encountered in my life as my father’s heiress. Or those beautiful men who modeled in shoots of some of the projects I undertook for my publisher.Never.I have dated but I never had a boyfriend.I had lusted, but never felt the desire to jump to bed with the man who triggered the yearning like this. I need something more. I need to know the man, need more time.Nothing like this.This is pure, undiluted lust, for a stranger.And it doesn’t make any sense.So I know it is the magick that’s doing this.And I know, without him saying, that he was Gideon Swan.He is the awakened warlock.And Jesus H. Christ… he is potent.It is all I can do to stay calm.I try to imagine what my mother will do in th
CHIARA GIDEON does not lie. There is a warm, cozy fire blazing in the elegant fireplace in his spacious living room where huge rugs scatter on the wooden floor that gives it a homey feel.I lead him towards the biggest couch that happens to be nearest the fireplace, and after settling him down there, I asked him where I can get a blanket and medicine for him.“There’s a blanket inside that door. It’s the den. I sometimes fall asleep there when working during the night and—”“I’ll get it. It’s not locked, right?”He shakes his head. My goodness, he is shivering all over now!I hasten as fast as I can. I see several blankets folded neatly inside a huge cabinet that has several throw pillows in there, too. I bring a thick blanket and a pillow with me and I go back to the living room.“Are you alone here?” I ask as I put the pillow under his head and the blanket over him after helping him lie down. He clutches at it right away to his chest. “There must be servants?”“She just went home be
CHIARA “SO I’m a warlock,” he says. “Or that’s what I’m called.”I nod. His short statement pulls me further from the sexual haze I share with him into the reality of our worlds merging now.I suspect this is the first time he is talking about this with anyone.“And you’re a witch.”“Yes… those are the labels used on us loosely. We’re actually both magickals, or what you call humans who are born from one or more Magickal bloodlines. My mother is a witch and my father is a Mundane—or who we call non-Magickals. So I’m half, but I ended up a Magickal on the Council registry, anyway.”“Why do you sound like you don’t like being Magickal?”“I love my mother—basically the only Magickal I know and like. I love my father and I grew up with him, here in the Mundane world. If my mother isn’t such a cool witch, I’d rather be Mundane.”“But there’s no choice about this? You can’t… deactivate it or something?”I turn to him. “Do you want to? Or, as it does with me, do you think you’d reach this fa
GIDEON “EON, this is really good. It helps. Thank you again,” Chiara says, looking at what remains of her sandwich and concentrating on chewing.“Good, I’m glad it passed,” I reply.She seems relaxed. The color is back on her cheeks, and I can see she has let go of the blanket like she is warm, now.“Chiara… maybe you lost energy because you’ve helped me from my fever?”She looks up at me abruptly. And I know she has thought of it. “Maybe.”“So…” while I can still control myself. While my power is yet just watching instead of screaming… “What can you tell me about magick? I suppose this is the reason why you’re here?”I watch her take a deep breath. “Actually, it is the Council of Magickals that sent me. They… I was told that magickal power was felt here in the past week and they have a hunch that you don’t even know about your magickal abilities. I thought the same and I didn’t know how I can start telling you before you did it yourself. Thank you for that. You provided an opening fo
GIDEON BUT then, I feel her.She is back, talking to me, calling my name, and piling more blankets on me.I am shivering so hard.“Chi-Chiara…? You’re… ba-back.”“I’m moving the couch nearer the fire so you can get more heat,” she tells me.I think I feel the couch… move.I open my eyes. I try. I can feel heat shooting out of them, electricity zinging through my skin. I see her, her hair rising in the atmosphere as her hand guided the couch.She isn’t lifting the couch and me with her hands, of course, as I think is going to do at first. That is ridiculous.She is using magick to lift the couch and me up, and move us toward the fireplace.“Cool…” I whisper. “Chiara…” I call when I see how scared she looks in the light from the fire in the fireplace.I am scaring her.I close my eyes. “I’m so sorry, Chiara…” I whisper next. I am clearly delirious, like going through two separate awareness… aware of what is happening outside, but is conscious, too, of what is happening inside that place