(Volume 1 completed) A world where witches and warlocks practice witchcraft, bloodshed, sacrifice, and worship underworld deities. One witch, Elvira Cain, loses her heart to her species' enemy, a wizard while working as an undercover spy. Her heart is now torn between loyalty to her kind and the man who has opened her eyes to a new world of kindness. If she chose him, would he ever accept her true nature? Even if he did, would her family let her live with that decision? War, bloodshed, and consequences will surely follow whatever choice she makes.
Elvira threw her arms around Wivior's waist. Her face shoved into his chest, her body pressed and clung onto him. They became one, and she allowed her emotions to speak inaudibly. Wivior was her safe place, full of warmth, love, and life. There was just so much to say to him. But why were his hands dangling by his sides and not warming her back?
"Do you have the staff with you?" Wivior's tone was cold and blunt.
"Yes." Elvira's hands shivered while giving him the pouch. "I stole the grey staff for you."
Wivior shot her a look of disbelief. He opened the pouch and took out the grey staff in its actual size. The grey jewel's bedazzling multi-colors reflected in his eyes. He grazed his fingers along the length in amazement.
"How did you?" Wivior's gaze pounced back at the staff. "King Agror wouldn't just hand such an important conquered relic of ours to anyone."