SELENE POV

Chloe led me over to a chaise across from the hearth whose embers were close to burning out. I laid back on the pillows and lifted my chin so that Chloe had access to my neck. Tor stood in front of me at my feet watching closely.

The elder witch sat on a stool next to the chaise, in her hands were a small ceramic pot and a paintbrush.

“The silver has been enchanted,” Chloe said as she dipped the brush into the pot. “We will need to ...