Page 35 of Elora and the Crow

Elora chewed on her bottom lip. “Their magic doesn’t work as well when a person is in animal form.”

“Exactly. It’s why I, and the shifters, don’t fear them. If they start to use their magic, I’ll shift to a hippo.”

“A hippo?” she said.

“The hippo is the world’s deadliest land mammal,” he laughed, but she couldn’t see any humour in the situation.

“You shouldn’t go alone,” she said. “I’ll come with you.”

“No,” he said immediately, the laughter dropping from his voice. “You’re not going anywhere near the fae, Elora.”

“Are you forgetting I’m a witch?” Her voice was snippy, and she hated that, but she also hated the idea of Jonah confronting the fae on his own.

“I haven’t, but you’re not going with me.”

“I can help you,” she said.

“No, you’ll distract me,” he said bluntly. “I can’t do my job if I’m worried about you.”

“This isn’t a job,” she said.

He just squeezed her hand. “I’ll text you when I have Caleb, okay?”

“You’re going right now?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“At least let me do a protection spell on you,” she said. “It’ll only take ten minutes.”

“You know it won’t work if I have to shift to an animal,” he said.

“I’ll do the protection spell on your animal form as well,” she said. “It works for shifters.”

“I’m not a shifter,” he said. “It doesn’t work the same for shapeshifters. Didn’t Sarina tell you that?”

“Sarina doesn’t tell me shit,” she snapped. “At least let me do the spell on your human form then.”

“I won’t need it,” he said. “Elora, I promise you, I won’t be harmed.”

She suddenly started patting his waist, and he looked at her blankly. “What are you doing?”

“You’re taking a gun with you, right?” She frowned, her magic spiking in her veins again when she didn’t feel a gun. “Where is your gun?”

“I can’t go in there with a weapon,” he said. “You know that, little witch. If I have an obvious weapon, the fae will attack immediately.”

Her hands were glowing bright blue, and she was dismayed by the panic that raced through her veins. “Jonah, I hate this. Please, let me go with you.”

He shook his head, shifting closer to her on the couch before leaning forward and resting his forehead against hers. “Everything will be fine, baby.”

“You don’t know that,” she whispered.

“I do.” He brushed his mouth against hers, and the panic subsided a little at the touch of his lips.

She couldn’t resist kissing him again, couldn’t resist using her tongue to coax his lips apart. His low groan sent heat pulsing through her lower belly, and she slid her fingers into his thick, dark hair, tugging lightly on the silky locks.

He groaned again before angling his mouth over hers and taking the kiss deep. He kissed Elora hungrily like she was his favourite feast, and she scrambled eagerly into his lap when he tugged her toward him.

She straddled him as they kissed. Jonah’s tongue was both teasing and coaxing, and he did these tantalizing little licks against her upper lip that nearly lit her on fire with need. God, she loved how he kissed.

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