Page 119 of Bad Witch

Then below it was scrawled: Amendments.

There were several entries in this section. Over the years the coven had made changes to our rules. In small script, someone had written, A request may be made to the coven for an amendment during unprecedented times. Approval must be given by the coven to become law. Write your request and your ruling will be received.

I called to my sisters. Why are you showing me this? I asked them.

If there were ever circumstances where an amendment was warranted, it is now. It was Matilda W who answered. These, my child, are most definitely unprecedented times. Ask for what you want, my brave girl, and if the ink fades and returns, we have granted your amendments and it will be law. If it fades and does not return, those requests have been denied.

Picking up the quill, I looked up at Fender, asleep in my bed, then dipped the tip into the ink and put quill to paper. I wrote my deepest desires, asking for everything I wanted.

When I was done, the ink faded until there was nothing there.

My heart in my throat, I waited.

Then slowly, line by line, the ink returned. I smiled.

Live in love, Matilda W whispered.

Then they were silent again. I stood, crossing the room, and climbed back into bed with my mate.

“Everything okay?” he said into the silence.

“More than okay.” I looked into his sleepy gaze. “Will you live here with me?”

“Yes,” he said without a moment’s hesitation.

“The cottage will just be like another room we walk into from your quarters in the clubhouse. You’ll be able to get back in a moment, just like you’re still there.”

“I said yes, Temp.” His hands framed my face. “Wherever you need to be, that’s where I need to be as well.”

I pressed my face against his throat and breathed him in. “I love you.” Then Glindy jumped on the bed and strolled up between us, circled twice, and dropped down so she was pressed against us both. “And I don’t think I’m the only one.”

“Can you blame her?” he said and chuckled.

“She’s the only female I’m willing to share you with.”

“Deal,” he said and kissed me, his lips smiling against mine.

Epilogue

Fender

One year later

* * *

Turning off the shower, I slung a towel around my hips and walked into the bedroom. I’d left Temp in bed, but now she was gone.

Holding the wall for balance, I hopped to the bed and sat. Glinda jumped up beside me, and meowed loudly. I gave her a pat, then took the small bottle of oil Temp left there for me and applied it to my stump. I was pain-free most of the time now, and touching it didn’t bother me anymore. Both of those things were thanks to my mate’s care and skill.

Meow.

I patted Glindy again.

Meeeeooow.

I frowned. “What has you all worked up?”

She jumped off the bed, pranced to the door, then pranced back, butted my leg, then ran back to the door and blinked up at me. She wanted me to follow her. It wasn’t the first time she’d done this. Last time Temp had fallen and hurt her ankle while she’d been gardening.