Chapter 90

Alice

After Marcel's recommendation, Jackson wanted to put me in a glass box.

His concern was wonderful, but the extreme care made me want to pull my hair out immediately and I was tired of it. His overprotectiveness was adorable, but there were no limits.

“Go help with the loads,” I said, annoyed. “I'll be fine with the matriarch here by my side.”

“But right now you're going to get up to—”

“Go,” I said in a much harsher tone of voice.

Jackson sighed, but helped load the boxes and line them up so that finally both myself and the matriarch, with the help of the sorceresses, did the protection spell. When everything was ready, we all stood barefoot and exchanged the energy of the earth.

"Hail, os rogier!”

We repeated the request for protection until the light of magic bathed each and every onyx stone. It was a beautiful thing to see, but at the same time it was something that made me a little weak, so Jackson didn't hesitate to take me in his arms when we were done and carry me off to s