Page 37 of Untraced Magic
I closed the space between us until only inches separated our dampened frames, strategically placing my arms against the wall on either side of her shoulders.
I couldn’t underestimate this woman.
Was Morgan even her real name?
My eyes moved within inches of hers, two dark storms colliding. Dueling.
My voice dipped so low, I barely recognized it. “Who are you, and why can’t we sense you?” I seethed.
She glared at me, the bite in her stare fierce. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Back off, would you!”
She slammed her hands into my chest, but I wasn’t moving an inch. Not until I figured this thing out. Namely, what the fuck just happened.
She was a mess. A sexy-as-all-hell mess. Even when her hair clung to her cheeks in matted strands under the rain.
My finger lifted her chin until she stared directly up at me, and I felt the moment her breath hiked, when an undeniable heat fell between us. Our lips tasted the same air. Our breath found the same rhythm. It took every ounce of my being not to punish her lips with mine.
I lowered my voice further, needing her to know how serious I was. “You knowexactlywhat I’m talking about, little doe.”
Her dark orbs went wide, igniting at the new pet name.
“I saweverything. The glass…I know it was you who did it.” I paused, lowering my voice even further. “So let me make this very clear. If you’re here to stir shit in Cutters Cove, you’ve picked the wrong town to fuck with.”
Her doe eyes widened at my accusation, but she couldn’t deny what happened.
She considered her next sentence carefully, lowering her voice to match mine. “I’m not here to cause trouble. I just don’t know what’s going on with me and how this is happening, so mind your own business.”
And that one sentence broke me.
Morgan
AnervepushedfromTyler’s jaw as he searched mine for answers I couldn’t provide.
He towered over me by at least a foot, and backed into the wall, I had no way to escape. His eyes burned into mine, unwilling to give an inch, my efforts to push him away utterly useless against his strength.
He knew I was different; knew the secret I’d been keeping for years. So why was he not running a mile in the other direction?
Our eyes locked in a duel, our breaths becoming one, swirling between us in smoke-like clouds, shards of rain slicing them open like a fresh wound. Every second I counted another breath. Another twitch. Another blink.
Air scattered in my lungs, and it released shakily, like he’d ruptured my façade, the only thing keeping me sane over the last few years.
“I said I’m not here to cause trouble,” I evened with him.
Charcoal irises nailed me in place. “Swear it.”
How could I make him believe it? That the last thing I wanted to do was cause any trouble.
He splayed his palm against the wall beside my ear, then bunched it into a fist, his dominance both scaring and turning me on at once. I wasn’t used to guys taking control like this, completely invading my personal space.
His voice dipped low, his fist slamming into the wall behind me. “Swear to me you’re here for the right reasons, dammit.”
Given the chance, I would run, but my strength would be no match against his.
My voice came out barely above a whisper. “I swear on my life. I promise I’m not here to cause trouble.”
I counted more breaths, and silence favored the space between us.
His gaze softened. Pooling to a liquid silver, they held me in place as if releasing mine would sink me to the ground.
