Page 60 of Their Fated Magic

We all gather around her, but I help her walk to a large rock nearby and sit her down, then I go back to the passageway entrance. I want to get a closer look at what she made. I reach my hand out and place a finger on one of the metal threads. To my shock, it slices deep into my finger.

I yank my hand back and curse.

“Let me heal you,” Tara calls to me, her voice weary.

And I feel instantly guilty for being so stupid. “Not yet. You’re still tired. Get your energy up, and you can heal me later on.” I know healing won’t drain her, but I don’t want her to have to heal me because my curiosity got me hurt.

“Are you okay?” Garrick asks, touching her shoulder.

She nods, her beautiful face just a shade too pale. “Just tired.”

Rinan sits down behind her and rubs her back. Her eyes flutter closed and a little smile darts across her lips. Arlys and Garrick stare down at her, no doubt with the same wonder I have in my own eyes. Our mate, she’s perfect, strong and soft all at the same time.

Sucking my finger for a moment, I look back at the web. “Can another metal witch undo this?”

She answers without hesitation. “I put a curse on the metal as I wove it, so it will be dangerous to try to break. Besides, there currently are no other Metal Witches, and it’s a magic they find useless enough not to teach.”

“Then it’s done,” Arlys says, looking relieved.

“It is,” she says with a little smile.

Garrick sighs, but his gaze is locked on her. As always. “I guess we should go back to camp and rest.”

“Rest?” she asks, lifting a brow.

“Unless you have some energy to still work out,” I say, my groin already tightening

That smile of hers widens. “I’ve got some energy left.”

Hours later, I’m holding her, the other guys snoring around us as I gently trail my fingers down her arm. When I reach her hand, I hold it up in front of us. It’s a simple hand. There’s nothing extraordinary about it, but with just her pointed fingers and her magic, she can do amazing things.

“You really are incredible,” I say.

“You know I’m going to get cocky if you keep saying things like that,” she teases me.

“Never,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head. “You’re mine. My witch. My bride. My wife. And my mate. And I’m never going to give you up. No matter how cocky you get.”

“Promise?” she whispers, looking up at me with those big brown eyes of hers.

“Promise,” I say, kissing her gently.

And I mean it. I’ll love this woman with every fiber of my being until the day I die. And for shifters and witches, that’s a very long time.

THIRTY-ONE

Tara

My eyes fly open, tearing me away from the delightful dream I was having, and I touch my stomach. I feel… something. Like the whisper of an answering call of magic. It’s a small, soft flutter of magic. I don’t move, staying quiet and trying to feel it again.

Wisp appears and lands next to my hand. She curls up comfortably on my stomach, light as a feather. Bright yellow and happy.

I smile at her. I don’t see her as often as I used to anymore. Maybe because with my wonderful husbands, I don’t need her as much as before, and my little light has trouble to get into. But she shows up at the right time, all the time. Still.

Like now, when my thoughts are spinning and a strange realization is washing over me that I need to share. That I need to talk to someone about. But I don’t want to be silly and wake my men over.

“A baby?” I whisper, staring down at my stomach, almost afraid to even suggest it.

“A baby,” Wisp answers, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

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