Nora
Alex was an excellent teacher. Far better than Michael.
Every time she found the correctly bewitched object, Alex kissed her. Well, he kissed her even if she was wrong— but they were only forehead kisses.
They were far away enough from the house. It looked like it was built of rock. Well, there were rocks on the outside, maybe cemented together. Really, she didn’t know anything about houses, but the rocks stood out to her. There were fields around the house. Empty, bare. Nothing was around. The house was completely exposed.
Odd.
Alex had a hand on her lower back as they remained crouched down.
“Take deep breaths and search for the signs,” he reminded her. “Feel around for the energy.”
“I know, Alex.”
“Hey,” he cupped the back of her head, turning her t
