The idea that this local do-gooder was secretly a caster just didn’t click. But if there was a chance that David was a necromancer—even one very, very deep in the magical closet—Dani had to get him to power up. They needed every advantage they could muster.
Spell of Binding, ms pg 16
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Dani shrank from David’s touch. “I’m not sure what’s going on. I woke up a few minutes before you did.”
Her rejection cleared his head like nothing else could have. For a moment he’d forgotten how cold she was. “You’re not sure.” He tried to shake off her obvious revulsion. As if she hadn’t made her feelings clear a year ago. “But you have an idea?”
Spell of Binding ms pg. 13
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“How old are you?” David blurted out.
“I’ll be fifteen in a month,” Emi said, narrowing her eyes at him. “So, what did you find?”
“Okay.” Truth time. David inhaled deeply and then dove in and swam. “I’m a necromancer. I communicate with spirits. Ghosts,” he clarified. “And I have been hanging out—No that sounds stupid. I’ve been talking to your brother quite a bit. He’s been helping me with some spells. But what he really wants to do is talk to you.”
Emi rolled her large, expressive eyes. “Nice try, but my mom is the one you want. She’ll write a check to anyone who says they can talk to Tony.”
Spell of Binding ms pg. 158
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David’s kiss wasn’t anything like the fumbling, dry-mouthed kisses Cody Reynolds had plastered against her mouth in that closet ten years ago. Oh, no. David kissed like a guy who knew how to take his time.
Spell of Binding, ms pg. 108
The man on his knees said one word, “Constringo.”
Fricking necromancers and their hard-ons for Latin. Regardless of the word’s definition, his spell hit Dani hard, burning from her fingertips to her elbows. A dark spider web tattoo crawled up both forearms.
“No.”
He’d bound her magic.
Spell of Binding, ms pg 17
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(Book 2 in the Dark Caster Series is a romance between the witch Daniela Ferraro and David Wilkes, the man she can never have. However, this scene I wrote for the novel in Cole Burkov’s point of view excited me so much I wanted to share it first.)
Cole drew the knife across his forearm, avoiding the raised scars laid out like tally marks. A running count of accessed power. Necromancy had never belonged to him, just lived in his veins.
Blood bubbled up from the new wound and rolled down the length of his arm. Power sizzled into his fingertips.
Spell of Binding, ms pg. 22
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