#Chapter 199 – Everything Underway

Russo's POV Night was falling, and everything inside the church's basement was ready. Our pentagram and all of the symbols were written in the specific ink. Our offering was laid out, one each of the five donations on the five points of the pentagram. Beside me, Lisa's forehead glistened with sweat. We were at zero hour. It was time to start the actual ritual. She chanted the words that would open us to the magic, then connected that magic to the pentagram and the orders with power over demons written therein. On TV, magic always showed up as a flashy light show, but this was different, subtle. Being a fae, I could feel the magic whisper across my skin and through my hair like the slightest breeze, one which would tickle the flame on a candle without blowing it out. Yet carried in that whisper was a measure of power that stunned me. I took a gaping glance at Lisa. I had no idea that my bride-to-be could conjure up that much power. All of a sudden, she was so much sexier