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the powerful
magick gathering at her fingertips.
    She had never felt like this
before.
    Her classmates at Spell School
had often gushed about how good it felt to be filled with Elemental
magick after a lightning or hail storm. Some water witches immersed
themselves in streams and lakes, bathing in the light of the full
moon, and emerged fully powered and charged.
    The witches had huddled
together to gush about their experiences.
    It feels incredible!
    Like...sex?
    Better than sex! Way
better!
    Really? Now this I've got
to try!
    Melynda had pretended she knew
what they were talking about. She had nodded and tried to twitch a
smile when her classmates squealed about how orgasmic it felt to face
the sea and the wind, or stand in the middle of a storm and absorb
the power of the elements. She envied them. Truly she did.
    She had never felt such power,
such pure, wonderful, uplifting power. She just muddled her way
through, never drawing on the true source of her magick, numbly
casting weak spells that didn't hold. Her hexes had no bite and most
of her potions didn't work the way they should.
    She managed to pass, barely,
but her grades weren't sterling.
    But she tried, she really did
try to take her ardor and magick to the next level.
    On the first few dates, she
had allowed those sloppy kisses to lead to something more. But the
experience had been less, far less, than satisfactory.
    No ardor. No passion. No
pleasure.
    Her dates had been more than
happy to get into her pants. Wham, bam, and it was over. In a few
minutes.
    She hadn't even been wet. It
had been awkward, and painful.
    No more. She decided she
would date them, but not bed them. It just wasn't working.
    But tonight, with Dax, she
finally understood and experienced what her classmates were raving
about. They were right.
    It was...incredible.
    But...better than sex?
    Sex with Dax would be...
    She didn't know how it would
feel to make love to Dax, but she knew that it would change her. If
she slept with him, she wouldn't be the same.
    Melynda flung her pillow aside
and scrambled out of bed. She staggered to the window and threw it
wide open, letting the moonlight stream in.
    She had never done this
before. But she had to try.
    There was no denying it.
    She was an Emotional witch.
The only one in her coven. She had to acknowledge this and own this.
    Melynda snapped her fingers
and all the lights in the room flicked off. Slowly, she peeled her
clothes off and stood naked in the shaft of pure moonlight. Raising
her arms above her head, she tilted her head towards the waxing moon
and started to chant a spell softly.
    Emotional witches drew power
from emotions, and the stronger and more extreme the emotion, the
more power it gave the witch.
    Dax had desired her, desired
her with an all consuming, burning passion. She had felt it, and had
reveled in it.
    Her voice rose and she began
to shiver as her spell took hold. She felt the magick pulsing from
every pore, prickling against her skin as her intention manifested
before her eyes.
    The beam of moonlight
shimmered as a shadowy shape began to form in front of her. She
gasped, but continued chanting the summoning and binding spell.
    As her magick leaked from her
and flew towards the tall, shadowy figure, the shape became more
defined and distinct. She saw his broad shoulders and strong hands,
his dark hair and sharp features, his long legs, his loosened tie and
tailored suit. Intense, gray eyes stared back at her as the ghostly
figure of Dax Ferro stepped out of the moonlight.
    Melynda gulped and took a
small step back.
    It had worked.
    He was here. Right here in
her bedroom.
    Well, it was not his person,
but close enough. It was his overriding emotion towards her,
manifested in person.
    Melynda blinked hard, trying
not to panic. She was about to find out what he really felt towards
her. If he harbored murderous intentions towards her, the ghostly
Dax Ferro in her bedroom would be strangling her in a moment. She
flexed her