Page 106 of Untraced Magic
“Bit of light reading, I see.”
We turned to the unexpected voice, horror rushing through me at the sight of Wesley. He sat in an aged leather armchair in a far corner of the library, a smirk on his face.
Tyler glared at him. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he demanded, his hands ensuring my dress covered me.
Wesley dragged in a breath from a cigar, motioning lazily to Tyler. “Alpha Aden is looking for you.”
Tyler ignored his comment. “What did you see?”
Wesley didn’t answer, playing the same game.
Heat moved to my cheeks, the gleam in Wesley’s eyes telling me he’d seen more than I liked if not everything.
Tyler smoothed over his shirt, straightening his tie. “For fuck’s sake, you get off on the weirdest shit.” He shook his head like he was used to Wes watching people fuck, before shifting his attention back to me. “I need to speak with Alpha Aden. I shouldn’t be long.”
Wesley stood from the chair, moving toward us. “I can accompany Morgan back while you go ahead.”
Tyler turned his attention back to me, uncertainty filling his features.
I nodded. “Sure. You go.”
Tyler pecked a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll see you shortly for another dance.” He turned to Wesley. “Don’t let her out of your sight.”
Wesley nodded, leaning against the opposite shelf of books. His arms were folded across his front, the cigar balanced precariously between his fingers, curling its smokey essence around him.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “How long had you been sitting there for?”
His looked briefly at the books scattered on the floor. “Long enough.”
If the ground could just open up and…
“Your magic is powerful,” he said too quietly, interrupting my thoughts.
Gone was Wesley’s usual banter, the angles of his jaw now rigid and fused with tension.
“I’m not sure I follow.” An uncomfortable chill settled on the base of my neck.
A fleck of something indifferent passed over his gaze, a vivid bright green slashing his emerald irises.
I scrunched my brows. Something didn’t feel right.
An icy shiver streaked through me, and my heart started to pound against my rib cage, a deep thump that matched the pace of Wesley’s dress shoes as they stepped closer.
He inched closer, until he was only an arm’s length away.
Extending his hand to me, he offered me the cigar. “Want a drag?”
I swallowed, a deep sinking feeling making my stomach churn. “No, I’m okay, thanks.”
His voice left him as a whisper, but it roared in my ears. “I’m sorry.”
Seconds later, his hand covered my mouth.
Then darkness.
Tyler
Adjustingmytie,Ientered the ballroom, torn between not wanting to leave Morgan and respecting Alpha Aden’s wishes to speak with me.
