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Tianna Xander and Bonnie Rose Leigh

complete this spell as the moons reached their zenith—or so Jaynee said. Wrapping herself in her black ritual robe, she hurried back outside to her hastily prepared circle.

It had taken days to find the trees specified in the spell-book. The trees were the same, just called by a different name. She tried not to think of a world so similar to her own, yet so foreign that it would be on another planet thousands of light years away.

The small bits of willow and apple winked up at her in the moonlight, their leaves shining, glossy in the bright moon light. Four candles graced her altar. There was pink for true love, red for true passion, green for fertility and purple to help boost her magical powers. She may be her sister’s twin, but she’d never had the power Jaynee had in her little finger.

Stepping within the sphere, she closed her eyes, said a small prayer and raised her hands to the heavens. The power of the three moons poured into her as she stood waiting for the right time to begin her spell. She only hoped it wasn’t foolish to use a spell from her dreams, especially since she didn’t know what half of it meant. Yet it worked for her sister.

Bending, she lit the candles while she chanted her spell. She said the words softly as she touched the flame to each of them, leaving the purple for 10

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“Eyes of amber, eyes of blue, bring to me love that is true. Hair of black, hair of white, bring my loves within my sight. The time has come, the moons have risen, release my love from his prison. The time has come, the moons rise above, bring my mates to his love.” She chanted the words over and over, visualizing them in her heart and in her mind.

When she finished chanting the spell nine times, she turned to the east and closed her circle. It was up to the universe now. Either she got what she asked for or she didn’t. Only time would tell. She left the candles to burn out and went back inside. It wasn’t until she’d started climbing the stairs that she heard the soft rumble of a big cat’s chuff.

Scanning her darkened basement apartment, she tried to pinpoint where the sound came from, but only an eerie silence permeated the room. Even the steady tick of the time-keeper on her entry wall seemed to go silent.

Her palms were slick with sweat. Her heartbeat galloped in her chest. Her knees threatened to buckle. “Is anyone there?”

Nothing. Just more of that eerie silence. Seconds passed before she finally convinced herself that no one had snuck into her apartment. A whoosh of air escaped her lungs. She hadn’t even realized 11