Suddenly it’s like the sun has burst out of the clouds, and everything is clear. I can see how to do it. I call Jem’s magic to me and it surges. It’s twisted and tangled with all the other magic and it drags it along with it. Magic often acts like a liquid and I have created a siphon.
It pours out of Greyfield and into me. Potent and powerful and far too much. It is going to overwhelm me, consume me. But wait, I’m still connected to Harry. With a deep breath, I direct all the magic to Harry until I’m just a conduit. The magic flowing through me. Passing through me on its journey.
Until there is none left. Blearily I open my eyes. Greyfield is motionless on the floor. Harry is sitting up and gasping for air.
I’m about to crawl over to him but Garrington and Hathbury walk in. Harry tries to scramble to his feet and the panic in his face breaks my heart.
“It’s okay Harry!” I call out. “They are on our side.”
Harry stills, but eyes the mages warily and dubiously.
Hathbury and Garrington stare at Greyfield sprawled motionless on the floor, then at Harry, then finally at me. I feel the questioning brush of their magic as they try to decipher what the hell happened.
“Did you take Greyfield’s magic and give it to Sothbridge?” asks Hathbury, sounding both surprised and a little awed.
I nod. I guess I should feel immensely proud of myself. But I only feel dazed. Is this what being in shock feels like?
“Impressive,” remarks Garrington.
“Where are the others?” asks Harry. He sounds a little dazed too. I hope he is okay.
“The Circle have been defeated,” says Hathbury.
“I’m assuming you have decided to leave them?” asks Garrington dryly.
Harry blinks, rubs his hands over his face. “I guess attacking them does count as a resignation.” Then he huffs out a laugh.
I throw myself onto him, landing on his lap and forcing an “Oof” out of him. My arms wrap around his neck and I bury my head into his shoulder and breathe in his scent. His arms encircle my back and hold me tightly.
“You saved me,” he says.
“You saved me first,” I say.
He chuckles, “I guess that makes us even.”
I shake my head, “Not until you kiss me.”
“Seems fair enough,” he says with a truly naughty grin.
Suddenly I’m on my back on the floor and Harry is over me. He leans in and his lips attack my own. The kiss is fierce, passionate, possessive and utterly wonderful. It ignites my desire and makes my toes curl. My arms are clinging onto him and I’m whimpering and moaning. My body rising up to meet his.
He breaks away and stares down at me with something that looks an awful lot like adoration in his stunning eyes. It makes my stomach flip over and my heart flutter. I cast a quick glance around the room.
“We scared Garrington and Hathbury away.”
Harry grins, “Good.”
And then he kisses me again.
Harry is quite right. Life is good.
Chapter thirty
One Month Later
Harryislookingsodevilishly handsome tonight that it is frightfully distracting. So much so that I nearly forgot to gesture for the staff to bring in the next course. That would have been a disaster for hosting my first formal dinner party.
I manage to pull my gaze away from my husband to look around the dining room and check my guests are happy. Eban is laughing at something Bastion said and I can just tell they are holding hands under the table. My parents are deep in conversation with Hathbury. Charlie is sat between his boyfriend and Eban, his two favorite people, and it seems to be working, he doesn’t look too terrified.
