Chapter 55. The Spirit

Kol’s POV

Estella is applying strange herbs on my body, and I feel like ripping her head off because it feels like I will die from disgust if she keeps touching my chest. The only person allowed to touch me like that is Snow. I look over to her, and she’s smiling at me, clearly deriving pleasure from my discomfort.

“Are you going to keep caressing my skin, or are you actually going to start the spell, witch?” I bark out, and Estella rolls her eyes at me.

“I don’t particularly like touching you either, jerk,” Estella retorts.

“Can you two just stop already? Estella, you need to have a calm head while performing the spell,” Stefan says. With the herbs applied to mine and Snow’s chest, Estella leads us toward my bed in my chambers, and we lie on our backs.

“Drink this.” Estella hands each of us a cup of warm herbs that s