Page 78 of Unhinged Magic
“What the fuckareyou?” I rushed out. I had seen him in this form for a fleeting moment at the church with Helena. When I’d bolted right before he almost blew me a new arsehole, or worse. I never imagined this could be more than some freakish magic, let alone some permanent thing.
“Don’t fucking speak,” he spat, somehow keeping me suspended in the air.
“Put. Me. Down,” I gritted out, glaring back at him.
He had every right to be pissed at me. Everyone did. But they didn’t get it. I fucked up, yes. But fuck, I was protecting his sister, the love of my life. That had to stand for something.
Morgan’s voice came from somewhere nearby. “Ty!”
He shoved me again, only to slam a fist into my stomach as air released from my lungs in a hurriedoof. Releasing me just as quickly, I hit the deck with athump. Rolling onto my side, I clutched my stomach, desperate for air to return to my chest. Bones aching, head pounding. Fuck. Me.
“Ty, stop!” Morgan’s voice cried out again, closer this time, urgency lacing her tone now. “Put them away.”
Daylight enveloped me once again, a rush of feet and hands grappling at my torso.
“Wesley, are you ok?” Soft skin landed on my cheeks, flitting over my ribs, a tenderness in her inspection.
“Fine,” I wheezed, pulling myself upright into a sitting position. “I deserved that.”
Ty huffed from behind her before she shot him a dark look.
“Consider yourself lucky you can still fucking walk,” he snapped pointedly at me. “You’re not welcome here.”
Well, that saved an awkward conversation.
“I’ll pack a bag and leave,” I grunted.
Lifting to my feet, Morgan eyed me cautiously. “No, you’re not going anywhere. Not until we sort this.”
“Morgs.” Tyler gritted through clenched teeth, shifting his attention from me to her.
She held a hand between us. “Ty, you stay with me the next week. Wesley, stay put.”
I shook my head. “No, really, it’s…”
“It’s happening,” she interrupted. “No questions.”
I didn’t understand her reasons for this, but if it meant I had any chance of repairing some sort of relationship with Ty, I would do it.
He ground his jaw, fists clenching then opening again.
Morgan’s hands settled on her hips. “There’s too much at stake here. Your friendship,” she motioned between us before directing a finger at me, “your fated mate,” then turned to Ty, “and your sister. No, it’s not ideal, and this is something that won’t mend overnight. But there is too much to lose, to just walk away from…” She drew a circle in the air between us, “this.”
Ty’s glare didn’t waver or soften. Running his hand over his unshaven jaw and into his hair, he finally shifted his gaze to Morgan, a moment of something I didn’t understand passing between them.
“Fine,” he eventually ground out. “But we are not okay,” he added sharply.
I nodded once before he turned his back and headed toward Morgan’s house.
When he was out of earshot, she turned to me, running a hand over her gold chain. “Give him time,” she said warily.
I clenched my hands behind my neck, knowingherconception of 'time needed for him to be okay with this' and Ty’s were very fucking different.
I would be lucky if he ever got over this. And, in his defense, if I was in his shoes, I probably wouldn’t forgive me either. I had violated bro code in every way possible and deserved everything that came my way.
“I need to talk to Skye,” I mumbled, swinging my gaze to Morgan again.
She arched a brow, arms folded to her front. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea right now.” She scuffed her shoes against the deck, leaning against the wall of the house. “I tried to call her when I ran over here. She said she needed time and hung up.”
