Blood Spell Season 2: Episode 1

Spy Game

A month ago, I had been terrified that my sordid, unintentional affair with Evren Emerson—Trinity Academy’s golden boy—was going to be responsible for the end of civilization as we knew it. Through no fault of our own, we were compelled together by a powerful lust hex (origins unknown) that made us blind with need. Both for each other and for the very naughty act of me sucking his blood.

We did our best to break the hex. Had zero success. Gave into our baser desires whenever we had the opportunity. And eventually tied our souls together through blood magic in front of the entire High Council.

Well, not exactly in front of them. We’d been in a janitor’s close. But our parents had been on the other side of the door, and then the door had exploded off its hinges, and we’d tumbled onto the floor a mess of bite marks, post-orgasm bliss, and drenched in forbidden magic.

I thought it was the end of me, honestly.

Probably the end of the world.