Page 91 of Last Gift: Supernatural Battle

“Judging by the way I can feel your magic as if it were my own, I’d say it means we’ve merged on almost every level.”

Rooke and Corentin might know more too.

I banished the mirror, then blinked at the base of Wild’s neck. “Whoa, yours are different to mine this time.”

That had never happened.

I turned the mirror to him. “And the color is different.”

“Yours too,” he told me.

Wild was right. We’d swapped.

“Must be because we share one magic now,” Wild mused.

I smiled again. “We feel right.”

His sigh was all deep relief. “It does. Tempest…”

“Don’t say sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

I glared. “You did the best you could, far better than I or anyone else could have done. You kept a level of control with the mating ritual tearing at you.”

“I’ve made things so much worse.”

I shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know. I think the truth was meant to come out. I mean, look at what we just did. Talk about dramatic revelation to the coven.” I laughed nervously. “Do you think me eating your magic looked a little Mistress of Darkness?”

He smirked. “If it did, then I’m the Master of Darkness. Pretty sure that went both ways.”

I’d literally breathed in his magic through my mouth and nose at some points. At others, I’d just grabbed handfuls of it like a kid in a candy store. How weird to think of watching that.

I grimaced. “I don’t want to open the doors.”

“Me neither. Except my ass is cold.”

“Mine too.” I chafed at my arms, then said, “Hey, my arm runes are different.”

Wild sat up. “The three prongs on this one are gone.”

They’d been replaced by a straight line that cut across the top. “Does that mean the ritual is over?”

“Too soon to tell.”

Symptoms of the next step usually took a day or so to arrive. “What do you think our magical union means then? Aside from me knowing exactly how much magic I can take from you, and you from me?”

“I think that’s what it was meant to do. Us not knowing if the other person was near their limit when drawing from them was a serious vulnerability. By having direct access to one another’s magic, we know exactly how the other person is at all times.”

Guess we could get rid of our knocking system. I had a feeling our influence over one another would be better too. If one of us got into a state as Wild recently had, maybe the other person could use the stronger connection to better help.

“My ass really is cold.” I sighed.

I mean, I was a magus and could summon any number of things to help my situation, but deep down, I knew a cold ass meant I had to move.

Wild held a hand out. “Guess there’s nothing for it, my queen.”

I stood beside him and took a moment to wrap my arms around him and rest my head against his chest. “Guess not. If all heads south, I have an apartment in Frankton Gorge. We can both find work. I know plenty about humans. You’ll stick out, but you’re hot enough to pull that off.”

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