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“It’s okay,” he whispers. “We’ll find a way out of here.”

Then he takes my face in his hands and presses his mouth to mine.

And the magic explodes between us.

CHAPTER12

ANGEL

I’ve never feltthishungerbefore in my life. It’s like the moment our energies, ourmagicentwined together, our fates became woven as one. Eviehealedme. And not just the surface abrasions, the ones that are deep, below bone and muscle.

The soulful wounds that I thought nothing and no one in the world would ever be able to touch.

She quieted the pain in a way I’d always longed for, and for that split moment before she kissed me, when she looked at me…

Shesawme. All of me, and then she kissed me, healing all of me.

Magic sparks to life around us, short circuiting the cameras and knocking out what I’d guess are the lights and power to the entire facility. If Ivan is here, it’ll take him and whatever animals he’s got working for him a good while to get the place back online. Hours maybe.

Which is why I don’t think twice about kissing Evie with every fiber of my freshly ignited being. The shockwave of energy runs through me, lighting up my insides like a wildfire. Evie emanates a heat, a magic all her own that only feeds my soul more, her delicate fingers sliding up underneath my shirt. The sound that escapes her throat has my cock straining against my pants within seconds, and I move my lips over the soft skin of her jaw, down her neck until I reach a spot that makes her energyflutteraround me like….

I groan at the very thought that fills my brain, which somewhere in the depths of me I know is probably not a good idea.

None of this is a good idea—her, me, us … Ivan and his monsters … none of it makes any lick of sense, but at this moment I don’t care.

Because the heat engulfing me, the magic spreading through my veins … that’s the only thing that matters.

The only thing I hunger for.

And when Evie’s hands slide over the waistband of my jeans, her lithe fingers making delicate work of unbuckling my belt, I forget all sense and honor.

“Evie, I—”

“Shh, I know,” she whispers as I shimmy out of my pants. Within seconds she’s taking in the sight, and I can see the hunger in her eyes, too.

She wantsthis.

She wants me.

That very realization, mixed with the glowing light that encompasses her, is more real, more beautiful than anything I could have ever imagined.

Her eyes burn into mine as she takes her shirt off, discarding it to the side of the cage. I watch her, keeping my eyes trained on hers but not missing the way she slowly unhooks her bra, letting her breasts free. Her golden hair falls around her shoulders and I follow suit, shedding my own remains of clothing.

This is a terrible idea.

Ivan could walk in here at any minute, but somehow I know he won’t.

Call it fate, call it intuition.

Call it magic.

I just know that this—Evie and I—are as potent and as beautiful as the fire that we spark, and like the flames that dance in the night among the bonfires of summer, this is our moment.

Our time to shimmer and flicker, to blaze.

I lean forward, far too incensed by the sight of this wondrous witch, the one who sees me for all that I am and heals my aching soul, who dispels all the despair and plants seeds anew.

I haul her over to me, wrapping my arms around her exposed waist, feeling the weight of her soft, round breasts against my heated skin. My lips assault her neck once more, finding that same spot that elicits a deep moan from her that makes my cock twitch. She runs her fingers over my arms, down my torso until her fingernails drag over the head of my cock, spreading the pebbling moisture there with precision and care.

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