"I told you I was more difficult to defeat than Rochester."
Rowena ran around the corner, seeking shelter from the insects. They continued to surround her as she swatted at them ineffectually.
She covered her face with her hands. “I could use some assistance here!"
Vayne and Rowena now had a mental link when they wished, a simple spell that allowed them to track one another. Vayne dropped off the side of the building and landed next to her with a dull thud.
"Arceo!" he said, moving his wand in the air in a decisive motion. The flies froze, literally. All around them paused mid-flight.
Rowena peeled the ones that had been on her away with a swipe of her hand. They fell to the ground with a slight ping, bouncing off the pavement.
She raised her boot heel and squished several of them. “See how you like a little pain."
Vayne raised an eyebrow. “You do know that they can't feel anything, don't you? They're frozen."
"Still,” she said.” Rowena smiled at him. “Thanks for the rescue, but I didn't really need it. I could have handled this on my own."
Vayne smiled disarmingly. “I know that, love, but husbands should occasionally rescue their wives, especially from a fly-spitting wizard."
"I appreciate it.” Rowena crossed her arms over her chest. “But, honestly, who resorts to a little biblical plague when backed into a corner? That's hardly fair."
"You expected a wizard to fight fair?"
"It would be a refreshing change.” She turned around. “Do I have any on me?"
"No, my love, you are fly free."
"Did you freeze him, too?"
"Are you accusing me of slipshod magic? Of course, he is frozen, too,” Vayne, with mock affront.
"I wouldn't dream of it.” Rowena narrowed her eyes. “Now, its time to take his powers and be off. I believe we have a romantic dinner for two scheduled at the diner."
"You know I loathe that place,” Vayne said, walking beside her. “Why can't we go to a proper restaurant? Some place with linen napkins and candlesticks."
They came upon Gandalf whose mouth was still opened. She flicked a couple of flies away from his mouth and raised her wand. “Seize!” she murmured. She could feel the volatile magic within her begin to work.
As always, it stirred wicked hungers. Rochester's magic was blacker than midnight and much more sexy, but she had managed to rein her desires in so that she harmed no one with her spell. Other than wizards, of course.
It struck at Gareth like a snake, plunging inside him and infecting him, pulling his magic away. Sucking slowly. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she siphoned his magic away. The darkness within her called, urging her to crush Gareth and keep the magic for herself.
"Easy, Rowena, just pluck it from him and then let go. You can't afford any more black magic in your veins.” She pulled it out and the black cloud hovered in front of her, smelling faintly of fire and brimstone.
She raised her hand and trembled, wanting badly to consume it.
"Let it go, Rowena,” Vayne urged, his voice barely above a whisper. “Put it away from you.” She flung it away, where it would dissipate.
Rowena sucked in deep breath. “That gets harder every time."
"Yet you have been able to maintain a balance. You haven't consumed any more dark magic."
"No, I haven't,” she said. “I guess that is its own accomplishment. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him soundly. As always, the taste of him intoxicated her. They'd been together for months and she still yearned for his touch. “Thank you for giving me back my magic."
"Thank you for helping me to keep my magic."
"We're quite a pair, aren't we?” Rowena mused.
"Yes, quite.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “But I'd prefer to expand our little circle. What do you say we get rid of Gareth over there and concentrate on making me an heir."
Rowena smiled, filled with happiness at the thought. She'd have her own family again, be a parent. “I think that sounds just about right."
BLACK'S MAGIC
THE END
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