Page 60 of Roaring Flames

Driven by some impulse I don’t entirely understand, I reach up and run my fingers through his red hair. It’s damp with sweat, but I don’t feel disgusted the way I might’ve before. This is…Reid. Reid, who confuses the shit out of me but just protected me from his psycho ex. All I want to do is comfort him and dissipate some of the rigid tension in his shoulders.

The words fall from my mouth without conscious thought. “I’m okay. Everything is okay. She’s gone.”

“Good.” Silas’s voice is soft, but it still elicits a growl from Reid. I don’t understand why. Silas isn’t a threat. “Keep it up. Keep talking to him. Remind him that you’re safe.”

Is this some kind of wolf thing? Now isn’t the time to ask one of the many questions percolating in my head.

Reaching up, I run my hand up and down his back. “I’m safe. I’m okay. You’re okay. Everything is okay.”

Shivers continue to reverberate through Reid’s body, but he no longer holds himself so rigid above me. The arms encirclingmy waist loosen slightly, and he pushes himself up to peer down at me.

His eyes…

A gasp lodges in my throat.

His eyes are amber, glowing with their own personal light.

“I’m okay,” I repeat, cupping his cheek. “I’m okay.”

Slowly, gradually, the yellow of his eyes transitions into a familiar shade of hazel. His breathing evens out, no longer sounding choppy and ragged, and his muscles relax.

Reid is back.

“Hey.” I offer him an awkward smile.

“Hi,” he says gruffly.

“All right. Get up now. Your fat ass is crushing her.” Silas’s words seem to shake Reid out of whatever trance he was in.

Quick as a whip, he jumps to his feet, ducking his head and scowling at the ground. I remain on my back for a moment longer, staring up at the ceiling and the circulating fans.

A large, calloused hand comes into my field of view.

“Up, kid,” Silas grunts.

I take the offered hand and allow the other man to pull me to my feet. He doesn’t immediately release me. His one good eye—currently as hard as granite—surveys me from head to toe. Not in a lewd or perverted way, but in a way that suggests he’s checking me for injuries. Seemingly satisfied, he releases me and steps back.

“Does anyone want to explain to me what the hell happened? Why was the wit— Why was she here?” Silas folds his muscular arms over his chest and scowls.

Witch?

He was about to say witch, wasn’t he?

At first, I think he’s insulting Michelle, but the more I think about it, the more the pieces begin to click together.

She’s a witch.

An actual, honest-to-god witch.

A cold chill skitters down my spine.

“Reid, come to my office,” Silas instructs, casting me an inconspicuous look.

Reid scrubs a hand down his face. “She knows.”

The older man’s brows draw together. “Huh?”

“She knows,” Reid repeats with a pointed nod in my direction.

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