Page 92 of Untraced Magic
A warmth. A power. A possession.
Magic.
It spoke to me in a voice I couldn’t place.
To keep you safe, it had to be
A power I could not foresee
Magic will be soon unbound
She must be stopped, must be found
It no longer burned but hummed through my veins. A newfound presence that had become a part of me.
I felt alive.
Pressure lay on my arm, firm and with purpose.
Wesley’s voice registered in my mind. “It’s her magic,” I heard him say. “It’s here. Betty was right. She’s averypowerful witch.”
“Morgan,” Tyler’s voice tore through my senses, scalding my insides in a good way.
It tugged me from the inside, willing me to open my eyes, and my body responded, his voice my command.
Forced from my stupor, I dragged an arm onto my chest, and it was captured instantly, an immediate calm settling over me at his touch.
“It’s Tyler. Can you hear me? Are you hurt?” Concern flooded his face, his steel grays darkening and seizing my world entirely. His voice was both a comfort and safety net, blanketing around me at once.
I tried to speak, but a breath of barely-there air was all I could take. “Tyler.”
“There she is.” He smiled down at me.
He brushed the hair from my face, his hands settling against the side of my cheek.
“You had us worried there for a minute. Are you okay?”
I glanced up at him, his features surrounded by bursts of light nestled in the ashen sky.
A part of me wouldn’t believe the emotion stirring in his features, a delicate twist of fear and… love?
Muscular arms wrapped around me as he sat me up against his chest.
He whispered in my ear, “Don’t do that to me again, please. I thought I’d lost you.”
I didn’t have the strength to move, only able to snuggle into his arms further, embracing his body heat.
His hand ran the length of my arm, sending a shiver through me, his touch intensified no doubt by this mate bond he had mentioned as it warmed every part of me.
My magic swam in my veins like it had been there the whole time, and it possibly had. But I felt it owning me, claiming me for the first time. It was both liberating and overwhelming all these newthings.
I didn’t know if it was a feeling, an emotion or a presence. It justwas.
“I can feel my magic,” I breathed into the side of his face.
A caress of his thumb skirted over my jaw. “It’s always been there, Morgan; you were born with it. Now, rest.”
Sinking against his chest, I succumbed to exhaustion.
