Page 53 of Untraced Magic
I didn’t doubt him.
We sat in comfortable silence, watching as the wind weaved through the trees in swift movements over the mountain face in the distance.
My lips drew into a circle as I released a breath to cool the steaming coffee in my mug. “I can’t believe this is happening to me. I mean, why me? I just don’t get it.”
Tyler shrugged. “Nor me. It’s got me beat for sure.”
“Tell me everything. Who is what around here that I don’t know of? What about Skye?”
I noted the pause before he spoke again.
“Skye was also born with the element of fire, being from the same family, but she can also see and communicate with spirits.”
“Spirits?… Wow.” I blew out a long breath before taking a sip of my drink, my mind whirling. I couldn’t imagine dealing with the walking dead following me around daily; that must be so distracting.
How did Skye deal with such a thing? I would never have guessed; she hid it well.
He nodded. “Yeah. She had a hard time with it growing up.”
“You really weren’t kidding when you mentioned things from the movies. So much for the sleepy town of Cutters Cove. It couldn’t be further from the truth.” I mused.
Tyler set his drink down on his lap, as if he had something serious to say. “Morgan, I was only trying to protect you at Jinxed, I don’t think you realize how close you came to being killed.”
My throat went dry, and I gulped desperately, trying to salivate it again.
A shiver ran through me at the memory, realization hitting me of how badly that could have ended if he had not been there.
I suddenly felt terrible. “And I was so rude to you. I thought you were just jealous, sorry.”
He chuckled. “Maybe I was… a little jealous, I mean.” He tilted his head to face mine. “You were effectively off limits, but I couldn’t just ignore the situation.” He took a sip of his coffee, peering at me over the rim of his mug.
“Off limits.” I laughed lightly at the label he’d just given me. “And what about now?”
Our eyes met in a heated exchange, neither backing down from the moment that had silently crept up on us.
A smile tugged the corner of his mouth from behind his mug.
“All bets are off.”
Tyler
Ipretendednottonotice two things. One, the cute little smile hidden behind her coffee mug. And two, the way her thighs clenched together at my last comment.
But it was true. All bets were off.
Since Morgan’s arrival, I’d been living an internal battle trying to keep her at a healthy distance, tucked away in the ‘you can look but can’t touch’ box.
Morgan being a supernatural meant what I thought I couldn’t have, had been flipped on its ass and tossed sideways. Where did that leave me? Somewhere between I wanted this woman so badly it kept me up at night, and she could still be the fucking Devil in disguise. Surely not.
My gut told me otherwise, my instincts certain I could trust her. But until I found out everything, I had to keep my dick in my pants, and that alone had been a feat the last twenty-four hours.
Morgan shifted in her seat and her knee grazed mine, the contact lighting my nerves on fire. The reaction of such a touch was so unknown to me, and I couldn’t grasp any reasoning for it. Ava had been my first girlfriend, and we had shared so muchtogether. But in comparison, our connection was nothing compared to the intensity between Morgan and me.
The dark-haired beauty sitting beside me had no idea that from the moment I’d met her, she had set my nerves on fire and my heart in a knot. At times Morgan had almost rendered me speechless, left my limbs in chains, and I’d never imagined a woman could make me feel those things.
We chatted for what seemed like hours with no awkwardness. I found out she liked lattes because of the extra milk, that she's allergic to cats, and she had moved towns a lot growing up.
Skye’s voice sounded from behind us. “Morgan, are you still here?”
