Page 80 of Untraced Magic
I didn’t let go. “You’re a feisty little thing when you fight,” I said, not able to contain the heat in my eyes any longer. I didn’t expect her to lunge at me that quickly, and it turned me the fuck on.
“I think you need to let me go, mage,” Morgan said, her irises filling with a cheeky glint.
Desire crawled down my spine, lodging itself at the base of my stomach.
“Fight me,” I challenged.
She took one look at Colt, then catching me off guard, jabbed me in the stomach, causing me to release her hand. Before I figured out what was going on, she flew in the air, landing a roundhouse kick to my side.
What the fuck?
I pulled myself together, grabbing her leg as it connected with me, pulling her from her feet until she landed on the ground with me on top. I hovered over her, a leg on either side of her waist, pinning her hands above her head.
She flashed a cocky smirk. “Rule number five: Keep your strengths to yourself.”
“You can fight?” I said incredulously.
I threw a glance at Colt who had a huge smile on his face, holding back a laugh.
Her smirk grew to a smile as she stared up at me. “Maybe.”
I shook my head. “I can’t believe you let me think I needed to train you,” I said, half pissed but mostly impressed.
She shrugged. “Father had me in lessons since I was young. He always said to only use self-defense if necessary.”
I laughed. “And I was the ‘necessary’?”
“Yeah, sorry. I was in too deep to back out once I got here.”
She rocked her hips against mine, just enough so Colton didn’t notice.
A moan threatened to loosen from my lips, but I knew Colt wasn’t stupid, knew he could feel the vibrations pushing off me onto the earth beneath us as I held it together. I jumped up, offering her my outstretched arm and pulled her to her feet.
Colt chuckled. “Well… I think we’re sorted in that department then.”
“Sorry.” She shot him an apologetic look. “I didn’t mean to waste your time.”
He pointed in my direction. “Seeing you almost put him on his ass was worth every second.” He shook his head ruefully.
“Oh c’mon, she wasn’t even close,” I argued, nudging Morgan in the side with my elbow.
Colt raised his brows, turning away and walking back to the door toward the greenhouse. We followed him into the main area of greenery where he proceeded to inspect some vines before turning to Morgan.
“When do you catch up with Betty next? It would be helpful to know more about your history.” He said.
I knew where he was coming from. If she was part of Port Fallere, her magic could be swayed by theirinfluenceif she were to move back there. I’d heard tales of it happening before.
Morgan ran a hand along some flowers with a shrug. “I’m meeting Betty later this week. She said she would fill me in on everything I needed to know. She just had to make a few calls, see if there was word on my parents.”
My insides turned over. See what danger we were facing sounded more like it. If what Betty said was true about Morgan’s mother turning into a madwoman, Betty would be trying to find out everything possible to gauge the risk. Eliminate it, even.
Colt folded his arms over his chest. “Let me know if you need any help,”
I nodded, knowing his intention.
He addressed Morgan again, “My father is part of the witch council. I could try and get you a meeting in the chambers if needed.”
I shookhis hand. “Thanks.”
