Page 20 of Warlords, Witches & Wolves

“Car,” she said and fell to the ground with him.

He lifted his frost-covered chin and met her eyes. “You did it,” he rasped. “I knew you would.”

She sniffed and tried not to smile, but the pure adoration in his eyes warmed her heart.

She joked, “I guess having no mana counts for something right?”

The grin that split his blue lips was contagious. He cupped her jaw and brushed a trembling thumb along her skin. “Anise, you have something, or else you’d have aged at a human rate.”

She blinked. “But I felt nothing when I touched the sword.”

“The Well works in mysterious ways, and I can’t explain it, but it’s true. You have enough of the Well inside that you are fae. We can live here in Elphyne where the land flourishes. You don’t have to manipulate the magic to appreciate it. As long as we’re together, isn’t that enough?”

She looked deep into his eyes. “Are we together?”

Worry flared in his gaze. “I hope so. I mean, I want to… don’t you? That kiss… um.”

His ears reddened and his cheeks reddened in a blush.

Well-damn, it was the most adorable thing she’d ever seen, and it gave her the courage to say, “I want to be more than together. I want to be mated with you.”

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