Warlocks spend all their lives mastering magic, controlling it, bending it to their desire and command. That was something each of them had in common.

In the same fashion, all of them had tried to become strong enough to make their magic remain only theirs; however, none ever did.

Magic was free. It was alive, moving, and thriving, and nothing made it more volatile than one of the most unconquerable forces in nature: love.

It was a powerful self-defense mechanism, one of the many ways magic could protect itself from falling into the wrong hands. It always worked, borderline flawlessly.