Page 81 of Untraced Magic
“I appreciate the offer,” added Morgan.
We headed back to the van, and I dropped Morgan home before heading into my workshop.
Who would have thought Morgan could kick ass? It was both a turn-on and a comfort knowing that even though her magic hadn’t come to her yet, at least she knew the basics of combat.
A niggling sensation, however, ate away at me. How would I explain to Morgan that she was my mate without freaking her out? I needed to think this one through. It had to be done right. There was only one place I did my most productive thinking, and that was under the hood of a car.
Morgan
Thedaybeforemybirthday arrived before I knew it. Thursday. The last day of my so-called normal life. It was a strange feeling trying to mentally prepare for the unknown.
Could I handle what was to come? I wasn’t sure.
What if it changed things between Tyler and me? Or ruined everything?
Salty air brushed my cheek as I sat on my front porch sipping coffee from my favorite mug, its warmth filtering its way deep inside me. It never really got warm here, like the sun had written its own obituary and already dug its own grave.
A chill swept around my ankles, and I pulled the cozy throw I’d tossed over my knees tighter around me, tugging my oatmeal beanie further over my ears.
My phone buzzed with a message from Tyler.
Hey. I’m nearly ready. Pick you up in 10?
Sure :)
Dress warm. It’s cold out.
It’s always cold out…
It’s colder where we’re going.
Right... Okay, see you soon X
Heat trickled over my skin, but this time it had nothing to do with the coffee and everything to do withhim.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Tyler had infected my mind and seeped his way into my subconscious as if already a part of it. I didn’t understand it.
For the first time, I wished I had a close girlfriend I could divulge this information to, but the only person I was remotely close to was Skye, and talking to her about her brother was most definitely not an option.
I shook my head, gathering my blanket into my arms, my mug in my other hand, and headed inside. I was to meet Betty this morning, accompanied by Tyler and Colton. His father had connections at the witch council and had apparently pulled some strings for us, calling in a favor to help me track down my parents.
Turns outwhoyou knew meant everything around Cutter Cove, and on Colton’s advice, he had advised Betty and I to let other people look into the whereabouts of them for us.
We walked into a small stone church positioned in the center of town, and I grimaced as the musty smell of its interior filled mynostrils. It looked as if it had not been used in years, with dust covering the lines of pews facing the pulpit.
Colton led the way to the front of the church, with Betty ahead of me and Tyler behind me, our footsteps announcing our arrival in the unnatural silence.
“Where is everyone?” I whispered over my shoulder to Tyler.
He murmured back, “Downstairs.”
I frowned, his comment not making any sense, as we were on the ground floor.
Colton led us to a door to the far right, pushing it open. A bitter cold blasted my face, and I pulled my coat tighter around me to keep warm.
Ahead, his shoulders barely fit between the walls of the stone staircase as it wound down to a lower level, and I looked behind me to see Tyler descending the steps almost sideways.
When we reached the bottom, a room with no windows or carpet greeted us.
