Page 37 of Unhinged Magic
Skye’s face brightened. “I found it as a child. I haven’t been back for years.”
A beat of silence passed. I wasn’t sure what this house had to do with her plan.
“Do you plan to murder me, Skip?”
She laughed lightly. “If you quit calling me that, I’ll let you live another day.”
I smirked. “Unconvinced.”
We stepped onto the porch that wrapped around the lower level, Skye making her way to the front door. It groaned as she pushed it open, the movement sending a layer of dust sweeping with it.
Caution edged my tone. “And why are we here again?”
“I told you, I have a plan.”
“And that involves a house in the middle of nowhere.”
She turned to face me; her bright orbs were crazed like she got off on this shit. “Scared?”
I huffed a laugh. “Not a bit. What’s the plan?”
Her grip tightened around the bag strap on her shoulder. “Well… I thought that, away from everyone, we could try to summon your brother.”
My brows piqued. “We couldn’t do this in your bedroom?” The comment wasn’t smart mouthed. I just didn’t understand her reasoning for being here.
Her teeth dug into her bottom lip before releasing it again. “I get the feeling he doesn’t want to talk, and if things don’t go well…” She trailed off.
I didn’t understand why she thought my brother’s ghost would not want to talk to me. But, at this point, she knew more about this than I did, and I didn’t want to think about what 'not going well' could mean. “Enough said.”
Skye continued talking, choosing her words carefully. “I did some research into Ouija boards, and bringing spirits forward this way. I haven’t done it before… So I guess what I’m trying to say is, I don’t know how your brother will take this.”
Your brother.
“Landon.”
The word sounded strange as it left my tongue. I rarely said his name, my parents preferring to speak of him only as my brother. “His name is Landon.”
Skye bobbed her head, a small nod of acknowledgement.
I peered around the room, where we stood on a landing staring straight up a stairwell. I had no plans to venture up there. This whole thing felt wrong. I couldn’t shake Reid’s words from my mind.
'Personally,I wouldn't fuck with the dead.'
I wound my gaze back to her, unable to shake the uncomfortable sensation filling the pit of my stomach.
“I don’t like this...”
“Wes, try. For us. He won’t talk to me.” She dropped the bag to the ground, stepping toward me until her fingers sank into thematerial of my jacket at my sides. “Please. If what you feel is real, and you truly believe we are fated mates, don’t you want to make this right?”
I reached for her shoulders, my thumbs rubbing small circles over her collarbones. “Of course I want this. Never doubt how much I want to fix this, okay?”
She stared up at me, the depths of her eyes searching mine. When they dipped to my mouth, I held my breath.
This was Skye making her move. At her own pace.
She lifted onto her toes, delicately brushing her lips against mine, a contrast to her hand against my throat earlier. Her kiss told me everything as she unwound her inner demons, one layer at a time until hunger replaced her hesitancy. As her tongue found mine, her nails sank into my shoulders, holding me tightly. I pulled her closer, sliding my hand into her hair, relishing this moment I had longed for since she had stepped foot back into this town. Skye’s advances on her own accord.
An ungodly moan crawled from my mouth into hers, the mate bond, a beast toying with my unhinged heart. I held back, because this was Skye tasting her freedom, her future. This needed to be on her terms. I would not rush this.
