Nor was Kass. And goddamnit, he wanted more than imaginary sex.
With the bond wide open, Bailey did his best to finish the exam fast and leave. He was sure he got heaps wrong, but hopefully he got enough right to pass.
He stood and almost fell over before leaving the room. In the corridor he leaned up against the wall, unable to take another step.
Maybe he’d given up too much. He didn’t know how to regulate the sharing of magic, and he had no one to teach him. There was no exam to pass to become a shifter and no handout on what to do with a witch.
He peeled himself off the wall and made it to the water fountain. He felt a little better after drinking his fill. Enough that he could make his way home, at any rate.
When he got home, he collapsed on the sofa. Was Kass dying? Is this what it felt like as the magic bled out, taking both their lives? He wished Gran were here, instead of working the supermarket round, to sit with him while he died. Even so he didn’t regret the kiss that had upended his life and shown him magic could be a good thing.
The sunlight dimmed, and he passed out.