Sam's POV

He must be out of his mind.

Never had a woman taken him over so thoroughly, mind, body, and soul.

And they hadn't even touched.

Sam shook his head to clear it as he marched through the pasture. It was dark, the grass dewy underfoot.

This woman, a first year student at the school where he was the dean, must have bewitched him. His grandfather had always warned him to beware of witches. They could lay all sorts of spells and hexes on a body.

Maybe ...