Blood Spell Season 2: Episode 10

Mayor of WItchtown

His lips landed on mine with the same feral force he’d used to punch Jace. He didn’t just kiss me, he devoured me. We were lips and teeth and tongue and nothing more. Feeling and sensation and a pulsing need that was half real, half remnants of adrenaline. His post-fight energy leached into my own, spreading through me like poison in my blood. The buzzing energy was so heady I felt drunk with it.

Or maybe I was drunk.

Maybe I was drunk off Evren and the way his magic called to mine.

It was quiet up here now. The party had obeyed his order and moved beneath us. There was only him and me and the endless night sky. And I wanted to lay him down and drink his blood and have my very wicked way with him.