Page 39 of Light Magic

In his powerful demon form, Levi landed six feet from me. He didn’t stop moving when his feet touched the ground. He ran to me, almost crashed into me, and wrapped me in his big arms.

I broke then.

I clung to him and a sob shook my body.

He held me tight, a big hand on the back of my neck, the other securely wrapped around my waist, and his temple touching mine.

“I’ve got you now,” he whispered. “You’re safe, sweetheart.”

He glanced above my head and a growl started deep in his chest.

I followed his gaze, afraid another supernatural had popped out of nowhere, but I could only see Elias’ body on the road.

“They are all dead,” I said, my voice hoarse.

“That’s my girl,” Levi said, sounding proud. He hooked his arm under my knees and picked me up. “Let’s get you out of here.”

He pushed up and we took to the sky.

I hung on to him but didn’t have the strength to keep conscious.

In seconds, I fell asleep.

10

I woke up slowly, a little dazed. I brought a hand to my eyes to cover the crack of light coming through the half-covered big window to my left.

Why was I feeling so groggy and sore?

Then it all came back to me and I tensed, my heart speeding up.

I inhaled deeply and forced my heart to calm down. I was in my bed in the Grand Eternity Hall, wearing the nightshirt I always did, with the fluffy, soft covers up to my chest.

In an armchair beside the bed, with his elbow on the chair’s arm, and his fisted hand on his temple, Levi slept.

I turned to my side, tucked my hands underneath the pillow, and watched him. He probably arrived back here with me hours ago, in the middle of the night, wearing nothing but ripped pants.

But now he was crispy clean in slacks and a button-up shirt, with not two, but three buttons undone.

Even though he had been busy when I called him, he had dropped everything and come to save me.

This time, I had saved myself.

Though I was glad he had come to collect me. I had no idea how I would get back here if he hadn’t.

And now here he was, watching over me as if he cared.

What had he said last night?

That’s my girl.

Right. Like calling me sweetheart, that was probably what he said to all females that got too close.

Still, I couldn’t help the pull inside my chest and the little sliver of pride. It had taken almost everything in me, but I had beaten three supernaturals by myself.

And they?—

I sat up with a jerk. “The witches,” I whispered, remembering everyone in the hall had been put to sleep by the necklace.

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