Chapter 92

　　The White Lighter

　　With his chin over her shoulder and his arms crossed, Rafik sighed, and his cheek rocked against her. “No, my love. Try again, please.”

　　Every time he shifted on his feet or made a gesture with his hands, he wafted his familiar scent around the dusty air, and it clung to her skin like the little burrs that attach themselves during a walk in the woods.

　　It was the third time he had her repeat the process for today’s lesson, and she became more flustered by the minute.

　　All her life, she received many accolades and pats on the back for her natural talents, but learning a skill like potions took more than her Fate-given abilities. It required finesse and challenged her in a new way that made her tired and cranky from constant failure.

　　The frustration dripped from her in tiny beads of sweat on her neck as she dropped the knife on the table and held up her hands. “Why don’t you do it if I’m so fucking terrible.”