Page 45 of Twilight Longings

“Good night.”

He waited until the elevator doors closed, looked around to be sure he was alone, then dissolved into mist and drifted up to Kadie’s room. Once he was sure she was safely inside, the door locked, he checked the wards around the suite before transporting to the bridge at Morgan Creek.

Ethan was due in ten minutes.

“Ethan, please don’t go!”

“Sofia.” He drew her into his arms and wiped the tears from her eyes. “I said I would. Micah and Rosa and the rest of the Ravenwood clan will look after you if anything goes wrong.”

“I’m going with you.”

“Oh, no, you’re not, love. We don’t know if the curse has been lifted from the town. I won’t risk what happened to Kadie happening to you.”

“But …”

“No. And that’s my final word. Promise me you’ll stay here.”

She glared at him defiantly.

“Please, Sofia. Don’t make this any harder than it is.”

With a sigh of resignation, she hugged him. “Come back to me.”

“You know I will. I love you. Never forget that.” He kissed her quickly and then he was gone.

Saintcrow was waiting for him when Ethan materialized at the end of the bridge.

“How do you feel?” Saintcrow asked.

“Okay, I think,” Ethan said. “Maybe a little …” His voice cut off abruptly as he dropped to the ground. A tremor ran through his body. A moment later, he lay still.

Muttering an oath, Saintcrow picked him up and willed the two of them to his lair.

Lowering Ethan to the sofa in the living room, he picked up his phone.

Izabela answered on the first ring. “I’ve been expecting your call,” she said.

“I need you here, now,” Saintcrow said. “We need to cure the town, unless you can do it from there.”

“That won’t work. Leaving home will cost you extra,” she said. “Are you prepared to pay the price?”

‘Whatever the hell you want,” he snapped. “Just get here.”

“That temper of yours is going to get you in trouble one of these days,” she said curtly, and ended the call.

Saintcrow swore softly as he contacted Kincaid.The curse is still in place. Izabela’s on her way with the Medallion.

Sofia burst into tears when Saintcrow appeared in their rented house, alone.

“He’ll be all right,” Saintcrow said, slipping his arm around her shoulders. “The witch is on her way. With luck, the Medallion will cure the town and Ethan at the same time.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Let’s worry about that if it happens. I want you to go stay with Micah.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to have to worry about you, too.”

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