Meanwhile at the witches’ community, the same time:

Emma was dreaming.

The dream had her clenching and opening her legs in reality, as she sought relief someway and somehow.

It was erotic.

“I can feel your hunger beating at me."

Derek’s voice was soft, seductive. His hands came down on her shoulders, moved lightly down her arms, traced the sweeping line of her back to her waist. Bare satin skin. He caressed the small of her back, the line of her hips ...