Page 48 of Unhinged Magic
Another snuffle. “Yes.”
“Okay. I’ll sneak out later tonight,” I assured her.
“Via the balcony again or front door?”
I grinned. “Wouldn’t you rather I hightail it over your balcony, ninja style?”
She nudged me in the arm. “I was hoping for more of a Dark Knight kind of thing, but that’ll do.”
I poked her in the ribs, and she let out a playful yelp. “Don’t be disheartened,” I said, my thumb finding its own rhythm, stroking her stomach. I needed to keep her hopeful. Lift her spirits.
At that moment, my phone rang, Ty’s name flashing on the front of the screen. Skye grabbed it off the counter, passing it to me. “You should get that.”
She was right. After last night, I had questions,somany questions after finding Ty playing ‘hide the finger’ with our new neighboron our fucking kitchen bench. He apparently saw the new girl, Morgan, use magic, but having not sensed her magic myself, I was worried. The last thing Ty needed was another woman causing him heartbreak.
“Hey, what's up?”
Ty’s deep voice sounded on the other end of the line. “Hey, I need you to grab Skye and meet me at Morgan’s house.” I darteda look in Skye’s direction, her brow crumpling at hearing her name in the conversation.
“Now?”
He let out an impatient breath. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”
“Yeah, ok, I’ll pick her up. Be there soon.”
Hanging up the phone, I shoved it in my pocket.
“What was that about?” She pulled on her jacket.
Grabbing my keys off the bench, I rested my hand on the small of her back, steering us to the exit. “I’ll tell you on the way.”
Skye
Droppingmybagonthe kitchen counter, I eyed Scar’s round ass poking out from the fridge. I would kill for curves that turned heads like hers. She had a confidence about her I envied, not having a lot of it myself. Pretty sure my mouth made up for my lack of self-assurance, or so I liked to think.
“You better produce something strong from there,” I muttered, settling on a bar stool and dropping my head into my hands.
Scar’s dark auburn hair whipped around as she turned to face me, a bottle of something I didn’t recognize in her hand. Her nose crinkled in that way it did when she was concerned, her brows drawn into a firm line.
“Spill,” she said, placing the bottle of bad news on the countertop between us. Her hazel gaze focused on mine, and I got the uncomfortable feeling I had already said too much.
Shit.
I eyed the liquor goading me. After the afternoon I’d just had, it seemed like a good option. In one day, I had gotten a tattoo, felt the mate bond, and found out Morgan was a witch. Theentire afternoon had left me feeling shattered. After learning Morgan’s grandmother had set a spell on her at birth to conceal her magic, I wondered what else Morgan should be worried about. Namely, what would happen when her magic finally came to her? I couldn’t imagine being in that situation myself. Wesley had used his sensor magic on her to help piece the mystery together, something I had never witnessed before, and if I was honest, it scared me.
When Morgan’s eyes had turned milky white under his touch, I freaked out on the inside, trying not to show my discomfort. If it had been anyone else but him, I would have run a mile in the opposite direction.
But it was Wes.
His name alone felt like a branding. A blazing hot stamp on my heart. In the fleeting moment I finally got to feel the bond between us, he had imprinted on my soul. It was the most intimate, real thing I had ever felt. I hated myself for having doubted him, for questioning his intentions. But now I knew, and there was no way in hell I could deny our connection any longer.
“Skye…” Scar’s voice broke my thoughts, pushing reality back on me.
I huffed a breath of air between us, pushing my hands up my cheeks.
“What is it?”
I straightened, staring at my best friend. I loved that I always knew where I stood with her. She was straight to the point and wore her heart on her sleeve. She seemed to 'know all the gossip' in town, but I believed she had good intentions. She thought everyone deserved to know the truth, and I liked that about her.
