Page 50 of The Secret Life of a Witch

I want to tell him I’ll believe him—I really do—but after everything that happened …

“You could always get me a new wand? Or let me go get one?”

He shakes his head. “You can’t leave this room yet.”

My brows pull together. “What? Why?”

“Because,” he says then wavers, uncertainty written all over his face.

Annoyance pulsates through me.So now I’m a prisoner?

“Then how about you go get me one,” I grit out.

“There’s no way in hell I’m leaving you here alone. Not only is that way too dangerous right now, but you’ll try to run.”

“Says who?”

“Says the person who’s known you for almost half of your life.”

The reminder of our past drowns me in a mixture of anger, pain, and hurt. He must sense how I’m feeling, because his expression softens.

“I …” He wets his lips with his tongue, a habit he only does when he has a troubling thought. “I need to find a way for you to trust me,” he mutters more to himself. Then his concern vanishes as a smile rises on his face. “You know what? I think I have the perfect idea. And one that doesn’t require magic.”

“Oh, yeah?” I question with doubt. “And what’s that?”

“I’m going to fucking kiss you and it’ll prove the truth.” Before his words can even register, his lips come down on mine.

EVALEE

Holy bleeping mother of all dancing rainbow unicorns, Hunter is kissing me.

Hunter’s lips are on mine.

Hunter, the guy I’ve been in love with forever.

Hunter. Hunter. Hunter.

Deep down, I know I should stop him, but it’s complicated as desire pulsates through me, potent and intoxicating, and the sensation only strengthens when he parts my lips with his tongue.

“Oh, my God,” I groan, my hips rising toward his even though he’s told me a ton of times not to do that.

A moan escapes Hunter’s lips as my lips grind against his. Then he does the same thing to me, rolling his hips against mine while he tangles his fingers through my hair and draws me closer, deepening the kiss.

My heart nearly stops. Dies. Explodes. But in the back of my mind, doubt claws through the lust.

He lied to me. This isn’t the Hunter I know.

It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to break my lips from his.

Panting, I stare up at him, dazed and confused. His eyes are shut, his nostrils flaring as he takes uneven breaths. Then his lips part, and half of me wonders if he’s about to say something wonderful, like how amazing the kiss was. I hold my breath in anticipation.

“Mihi crede …” he utters the start of the trust spell.

Frowning, I line my palm to his chest and shove him off me. He easily rolls over, continuing with the spell.

“I said no magic.” I reach over to cover his mouth with my hand, trying to stop him, but he circles his fingers around my wrist, stopping me, and then hurriedly finishes the spell.

“I didn’t use my magic,” he says, still holding my wrist. “I usedourmagic, so it’s not so bad.”

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