Page 97 of Untraced Magic
“Holy crap!” she cried out, scooting across the room to where I lay in a heap. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
I caught the worry in her tone but was more interested in the placement of her hand on my thigh.
“Yeah, I’m good. I think we’ve got that sorted now,” I wheezed, trying to replace the burn in my lungs with much-needed air.
Her brows crumpled together. “Are you sure?”
“I’m fine,” I promised, forcing a smile. “I think I may need crash pads and a helmet next time we try that.”
She laughed out loud. “I’msosorry.” Her hand covered her mouth, stifling a giggle.
I shook my head, chuckling lightly. “Remind me not to misbehave anytime soon.”
She gave me a playful punch, and I crossed my arms in front of my head, feigning hurt. We both laughed, and she sat beside me against the wall, a smile spread over her delicate features.
There was a shift in her. A release of self-doubt maybe, now that she knew she could use her magic. Albeit irrational magic, she had done it, and my heart warmed to see her confidence.
When my breathing finally returned to normal, we rose to our feet.
“I have a surprise for you,” I said, lacing my fingers through hers.
She let out a playful groan. “You know I hate surprises…”
“This is a good surprise, I promise. Will you be okay if I duck out for a few hours?”
She nodded. “Sure. I have a few jobs I need to sort anyway.”
I pulled her against me, tucking her arms behind my waist. This mate bond was firing off every nerve inside me at only her slightest touch, and when she leaned up to kiss me, I ignited again.
Reluctantly, I pulled away, slipping her hands from behind my waist. “I won’t be too long, I promise,” I assured her.
A devilish smile crept over her face. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
My finger grazed the underside of her chin, tipping it until her gaze fixed on mine. “I wouldn’t dare.” I kissed her once more before heading to the door.
What I needed to do was not a simple task for a guy, and I knew just who to call on to help me.
Morgan
Jet-blacksilkslidovermy hips as if night had collected its bounty. I mean, as much as I didn’t do dresses,Tyler had good taste.
The fabric shimmered as I moved, its shorter front exposing my legs strapped in gold heels. A small train fell elegantly, cutting in from the deep V that exposed what felt like my entire back.
I had to admit, I loved it. I felt… bold.
Tyler had returned with two boxes in hand, the invitation to the dance on top. He was so charming, I simply couldn’t say no.
I didn’twantto say no.
Tonight felt like an official introduction to this new life.
I didn’t want to think about Port Fallere and Sacred Souls. I couldn’t be a part of another coven. Not now. I refused to let myself think that all this could be temporary, a bittersweet bedtime story told to children on a stormy night.
A tremor tore through my hands, and I fisted them tightly, stretching my fingers wide again. I had reservations about attending the dance tonight, and my stomach had suddenly twisted into a knot, my nerves finally getting the better of me.
I tousled my hands through my hair as it fell freely down my back before stepping into the living area.
“Well, what do you think?” I asked nervously.
