Page 91 of Untraced Magic
“Wes, I need to know if this is her magic, or something else,” I urged.
He rubbed his hands over his forehead, forcing them lower until his fingers pressed together beneath his chin. His gaze moved toMorgan’s fragile frame, lying between us in the sand, his emerald glare wide and unwavering.
“Wes!” I repeated.
“Yeah, okay.” He stepped toward us, the group shuffling aside to let him closer.
He dropped to his knees, molding into the sand on the other side of her. Our eyes met, a fierce understanding between childhood friends. Warning bolting from me to him.
Only this time, Morgan wasn’t a stranger new to the town.
She was my mate.
My everything.
Mine.
I was trusting him with my heart.
His head bobbed in a swift nod, then his arm drifted to hers.
Morgan
Thethudscameinforceful pounds. Solid. Rhythmic. Becoming erratic. Voices came and went, blurred. I couldn’t make out words. Muted behind the thumping. Thepounding.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Each became a part of me, a stamp on my soul.
I willed myself to open my eyes with everything I had. Every part of me ached as I forced them to widen, but my lids held tight, as heavy as my weighted limbs, like an anchor dropped to the ocean floor, buried in the earth.
“Let me out! Somebody, help me!” I shrieked, slamming my fists against the walls that bound me inside myself. “Can anyone hear me?” I screamed, my voice vibrating my skull. “Help!” I tried again, kicking and punching the barrier that held me at ransom.
What felt like minutes could have been hours, terror building to a point where I could fight no longer.
My breathing hollowed.
How could I be trapped insidemyself?
Flashes of black and white pushed to the surface. Like old movies, running on a static player.
Memories.
The cave. A beach. A bonfire.
More flashes.
Tyler.
His face forced to the front of my mind, and it was then I understood the thuds. They were his. I could hear his heart, feel his fear scraping my own.
My mate.
A storm formed within me, one light, one dark. Like two worlds colliding, fighting for one universe. Then it slammed into me.
I cried out as an intense heat pummeled my spine, like flesh stripping from my bones piece by piece. My back arched against the pain, to the point where I questioned if my spine had snapped, and I locked into a curl against the force building within me.
Then came theheat. Firing through my veins, it raced its own path into every part of me, filling me with a searing pain so hot I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t scream. Curled so tight, I couldn’t move. At some point, it mellowed, eventually turning into a warm buzz, as if it were speaking to me.
