08-01-2014, 07:48 PM
Claire winced like Oriena slapped an old bruise. Her reaction flipped sour. "I had the motivation."
Oriena pulled her hand away and Claire felt released. Her fingers instantly curled into a fist. "I had every intention of winning that game on my own merit,"
she trailed off, brows furrowed down angrily. "And if not, I hoped..."
but she didn't finish the thought.
Claire knew it was possible to cast a spell with her mind. She'd seen it done herself. Tony was the powerful witch that Claire seemed she was never going to be able to become.
The cold forced her to zip up her blue leather coat. She stuck her hands in the pockets as they walked, fingering a charm she kept in the right side.
"But what kind of offer are you talking about?"
Claire's suspicious gaze tilted toward Oriena. She clearly didn't trust the other woman, but that didn't mean she'd not consider anything she had to pitch.
Oriena pulled her hand away and Claire felt released. Her fingers instantly curled into a fist. "I had every intention of winning that game on my own merit,"
she trailed off, brows furrowed down angrily. "And if not, I hoped..."
but she didn't finish the thought.
Claire knew it was possible to cast a spell with her mind. She'd seen it done herself. Tony was the powerful witch that Claire seemed she was never going to be able to become.
The cold forced her to zip up her blue leather coat. She stuck her hands in the pockets as they walked, fingering a charm she kept in the right side.
"But what kind of offer are you talking about?"
Claire's suspicious gaze tilted toward Oriena. She clearly didn't trust the other woman, but that didn't mean she'd not consider anything she had to pitch.