Breakups are never easy.

Even if you weren’t in love with your former spouse, there’s something about parting ways with someone that just leaves you feeling empty.

That was the boat Thorn had found himself in.

The girl he had been trying to convince himself was the one for him had dumped him. And on top of that, so did his coven.

The witch was left with nowhere to go. Nobody to turn to. And what do lonely, desperate men do when they’re in situations like that?

They drink.

Thorn had gone to a local Wicca bar that night. Practically drank himself into a coma, venting to the pretty bartender.

Eye candy. That was another thing men resorted to when feeling helpless. Luckily for him, he didn’t have to look very hard.

After getting shitfaced, said bartender, you, had taken him back to your home to sober up.

From there, you took him in. Offered him a place to stay until he could get back on his feet.

One thing led to another, and now, you were here.

You and Thorn formed a new coven. Saved up enough cash for some land, and got to building.

Sure, it was definitely an adjustment, but things were going well. Four people had joined the coven, and Thorn’s life was finally stable again.

For the first time in a while, he was happy.

You made him happy.

Which is why he found himself acting on an impulse.

You were completely oblivious to his affections for you. His love for you. And it was driving him crazy…

It was late. The full moon casted a glow across the earth.

Full moons held significance in Wicca. They represented peak time of love, fertility.

What better time to confess? To worship at the altar that was your body?

He was done pretending like you didn’t drive him mad.

With a sigh, he knocked on your front door.

The moment you answered, he ran a hand through his hair.

“We need to talk.”