Page 93 of Unhinged Magic
He focused on our hands, a fist clenched so tight around mine it threatened my blood flow. Did I even have blood flow right now? I couldn’t be sure.
“You really think that?” he asked, still holding tight. “You believe I could find you again?” His voice lifted, hope suddenly filling his words like love would his heart.
I didn’t know for sure, but I couldn’t let him pass over thinking this was the end for him. He had to believe there was more for him, for us all. That there was another life waiting for us where we could right our wrongs and learn from our mistakes. A second chance at all of this.
I covered his hand with my free one, his vice grip loosening. “I believe life is a never-ending story. That we get to relive, rebrand. Find our soulmates again, fall madly in love once more. I believe you will find that love again, whether that be with me or someone else.”
“I don’t want it to be someone else,” he murmured, his penetrating stare filling me with embers.
He stepped closer, and I let him.
I stiffened, unspoken words filtering between us.
“I want to believe you,” he whispered, lifting his hands to the sides of my face, icy hands claiming a check each. “I could not bear it if my next life did not include you.”
His brown depths dropped to my lips.
Oh. Holy. Shit.
Was this ghost about tokissme?
Edward lowered his lips to the crook of my mouth, kissing me butnot. A tender, lingering thing. His breath heated my cheek as he cupped my face, his thumb caressing my jaw. The finality of it dawned on me. This was his goodbye without saying the words. His last kiss, last dance in the void he had occupied for longer than I knew.
Pulling away, he stared deeply into my eyes. “This is not it for us. I have to believe our souls walk this earth more than once.”
A tear slid down my cheek, and he swiped it with his thumb. “You must,” I whispered.
His eyelids slid shut, forehead rested on mine.
I would never forget his last words.
“Fly free, little dove.”
Seconds later, his apparition misted into thin air, as if disappearing into the walls of the manor. The room contorted again, twisting into something I was too scared to confront.
When I opened them again, I blinked repeatedly at two men, standing face-to-face.
Twins.
Wesley
Theinsistentringingofmy phone chimed from my pocket.
For fuck’ssake,Reid, what the hell?
After ignoring it repeatedly, I picked it up again, answering this time. “Yeah, what is it?” I sniped, pissed he couldn’t wait for me to call him back. I had been working late, my last client only leaving ten minutes ago.
“Where are you?” came Reid’s tight-lipped voice from the other end of the line. I hadn’t answered, figuring he wanted to talk about the incident at Coffee Cove.
“Locking up the shop.” I shoved the phone into the crook of my shoulder as I finished tidying up. “What is it?”
“It’s Skye. Pick you up in five.”
Dread landed deep in the pit of my stomach.
“What’s wrong?”
He spoke in a tone I rarely heard from him. “I know nothing else. Just be ready.” A moment later, the line went dead.
