Page 88 of Untraced Magic
Waves lapped at the beach. Fire crackled as amber hues danced across the sand.
“For fuck’s sake, Colt,” I muttered under my breath, my head shaking. This couldn’t be happening. Not this way.
Confused irises nailed me to the log, the entire group expecting a response.
“What’s a mate?”
I turned toward Morgan’s voice, curiosity buried beneath her lashes from where she stood not far from the water.
A deafening silence fell over the group.
Reid ran a hand through his hair.
Scarlet and Skye exchanged glances.
Colt flew an apologetic look in my direction.
Skye’s voice broke the silence. “One’s mate is the other half of your soul.” Her tone was soft. Cautious.
A light laugh came from Morgan. “Super cute, Skye,” she said, her sarcasm clear as day.
No one spoke.
“It’s the truth,” said Reid simply.
Scarlet bobbed her head in agreement. “When you find your mate, you’re bound to them by a love so strong you feel it in your bones.”
Morgan’s brows raised.
“Only death can sever a mated bond,” added Colt as he scratched the back of his head.
Morgan’s hip darted to the side as she eyed him, waiting for a punch line. Ajust kiddingremark. When it didn’t come, her arms folded to her front.
“Seriously? Is this some sort of witch thing?”
Scarlet tucked her hair over one shoulder. “Supernatural in general, actually.”
Morgan swerved back to look at me. “Then who are you talking about?”
Unable to deflect the conversation, I held her gaze. There was no avoiding it.
The rest of the group moved further down the beach, Morgan briefly watching their retreat.
Confusion filled her features.
Lined her forehead.
Creased her eyes.
“Tyler?” she pressed.
I sucked in a breath, stepping closer, sand inching between my toes. “Us.”
She stared at me blankly, and for a moment, I wondered if she’d heard me.
“Us?” she questioned, raising her brows.
I took her hand in mine, my thumb running over a small freckle nestled on her wrist. “Yes. As in, you and I.”
