Page 213 of Cursed Evermore
I drank in the sight, spellbound. Now that I'd seen him do it, I was captivated and eager to try.
“Wow,” I breathed, stepping closer.
Wolfe turned back to me, his expression gentle. “Now you try, Ziyka. Focus on your wish, then allow your magic to do the rest.”
I gazed at him and knew in an instant what my wish should be.
Wolfe Nightblade made me want to be selfish. He made me desire something just for me. Not because it would fix my life, break my curse, or help my family.
He made me want to be greedy for something that was mine alone.
So, I wished forhim.
I wished for him because I wanted him, wholly and completely.
My breath caught, trapped somewhere between my lungs and my throat, as the realization of what I wanted crashed over me.
The thought hardly processed before my chest illuminated with a bright purple light that flowed from my heart and loomed above my hands in a sphere of crackling energy.
Blessed Mother.
Why didn't my wish look like his? Mine was purple. His was pure white.
I searched his face, terrified he might somehow guess what my wish was because of the purple light and crackling energy. I only looked away from him when a lantern drifted over and swallowed my wish into its belly.
Wolfe chuckled. “Relax, we all have different colors.”
“Oh.” My entire body loosened with relief. Still, I held my breath and prayed the moon would keep my secrets better than my racing heart.
Wolfe smirked, curiosity clinging to his gaze as he looked at my lantern.
He threw me off guard when he suddenly leaned in, stopping a breath away from my lips. “I hope for your sake your wish wasn't too bizarre, Ziyka. You should be careful what you wish for. Especially in the magical realm.”
I was grateful the darkness muted the color rushing up my cheeks. Even so, I knew I gave myself away. I was useless when it came to keeping my own secrets.
“I didn't realize we were going to talk about our wishes.” I kept my voice surprisingly steady. “Are you going to tell me yours?”
“No. And we're not talking about our wishes. But since you look guilty as fuck, mage, I'd obviously be curious.” He arched a brow.
“Nothing to be curious about, Lord Nightblade.”
He sneered with distaste, as if I'd just insulted him. “We're not back to that again, are we?”
“I'm playing.”
“You better be.”
Wolfe waved a hand, and our lanterns drifted upward slowly, joining the hundreds of others floating toward the veiled moon. The light-hearted moment between us returned to reverence.
My heart warmed as I watched our lanterns grow smaller and smaller the farther they got. But as I thought of our wishes inside, a strange ache settled in my throat.
His pure white light and my guilty purple secret were being carried away together like lovers fleeing into the night. I wondered if wishes could touch each other up there, if somehow his might discover what my purple flames truly held.
What if the moon granted both our wishes?
What if it granted neither?
Like with everything in life, time would tell one way or the other.
