Ralph’s breathing was deep and steady, his hand resting protectively on my waist, as though he could somehow guard me from whatever thoughts filled my mind.

Staring at his face, brushing my lips across his jawline in a soft, lingering kiss. My heart pounded against my chest, not from desire this time, but from the weight of what I was about to do. The fear and the doubts echoing in my head

Will everything work out fine?

What if it doesn’t work?

What if I'm caught?

I hope the spell works because Ralph has always blocked me out from using my powers on him, but the Keeper had assured me...