Page 64 of Wolf Hunter

Inever meant to let that little tidbit of information slip, and especially not after what we’d done together. Nothing spells afterglow like a secret. Or death.

Or in this case, both.

Tasha continues to look at me with those amazingly wide eyes searching my face. “You can’t know that,” she replies softly.

“I do.”

Because I was the one who’d found my mother. Lying in the woods, charred to a crisp with the stench of magic in the air, and the only thing left was the family ring she’d held on to over the years. But even the strength of the fire had turned the ring into a pile of melted gold. “Trust me when I tell you.”

Tasha shakes her head, those cotton-candy-pink strands soft, inviting me to run my fingers through them.

“It goes against everything we stand for,” she tells me. “And the rule ofharm none. Witches don’t kill.”

“But you do,” I correct her.

She scoffs lightly. “Because I’m not exactly a functioning part of the coven. I’m not sure I ever was to begin with. And I’ve never used magic to kill,” she replies.

She holds up her hand to show me her fingers.

“What are you doing?”

“Shh.”

My smile tightens as I look down at her, to the sweat-slicked hair across her forehead and the red patches on her skin where I’ve been too rough with her.

I know she has magic. I know she comes from the same line of power as the rest of the witches in the Buson Coven because she smells the same. Not that I’ve told her of those things. She’s always seemed pretty adamant about distancing herself from them, and from what I’ve gathered, she only recently returned to Maine after her long absence.

Because of her sister.

I watch her with such clear desire, and I wonder if she knows how I feel without me having to say it. If she sees the pleasure she gives me, not only with that sweet pussy of hers but with her company. With her mind. I debate claiming her mouth again in a brutal kiss when a halo of magic surrounds her, taking me off guard.

“What—” I cut myself off as I watch the way her hand grows more transparent by the second.

I’m stunned. It’s like she’s vanishing before my eyes.

When she wiggles her fingers, the illusion blurs, her hand vaguely coming back into focus as if the magic can’t fully do its job.

That’s not a normal witch trick. I’ve never seen anything like it before.

Tasha’s something else.

Something extraordinary.

The small display only lasts for seconds, but it tells me so much. When the magic breaks, she drops down next to me on a sharp inhale.

I should probably grill her on this, reprimand her for keeping me in the dark when it came to her identity. But I can’t help the big fucking grin because I’m happy she’s sharing, that she feels comfortable enough to let me in on her secret.

“Amazing,” I manage. That has to be what she did to mask herself from me in the cemetery.

“It is amazing when I’m actually able to do it completely, but this seems as far as I can get lately.” She stares at her palm as she settles against me again. “I haven’t been able to fully disappear for a while.”

I always thought she had more magic than she was willing to admit and wondered why she failed to use it to free herself when she had the opportunity. Now I see why.

Something is blocking her.

“Invisibility, huh? You’re the ultimate disappearing act,” I tease. “Or just a figment of my imagination.”

“Oh yeah. None of this is real. It’s all a dream.” She chuckles.

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