“We can exit the burning castle now,” I said with a huff. “Then we can work on solving the mystery behind the school fires. I just want to learn magic, attempt to try new things, and not die. Which seems like a real possibility if these lava bear attacks, and fires, and other bad things keep happening.”
“It is odd timing. Perhaps someone is trying to shut down the school.”
I considered her words and hoped she was wrong. Light danced on the ground ahead and I hoped that meant freedom.
A door! Yes!
The moonlight was blinding once Remy let us out of the castle.
But it was the raging shout that had me startled.
“Then do it!”
My eyes adjusted, and I sucked in a breath.
Rylan stood in lounge pants and a tight gray shirt with no shoes. Two men dressed in dark military outfits walked away as he stood with his index finger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose.
Ms. Pauline rushed over with her hair a mess on top her head, and a fuzzy robe on. She checked in with her boss and noted our arrival.
Without hesitating, Remy walked up to them, ready to work. “What did they find?”
“A blackout of security. Ten seconds and we’ve got nothing.” He sighed then as if drawn to me, his gaze found mine.
His hand flexed at his side, and his mouth tightened as he scanned me. I wondered what would make him look so…ohhh.
It took half a second to see I forgot I was only wearing the shirt he let me borrow, my boots, bag, and nothing else.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Maybe the ghosts make room calls if you know what I mean.
Ididn’t have to look to know that my skin was glowing again.
The moonlight was bright, but the soft yellow hue beaming off me was a little brighter.
I closed my eyes and mumbled, “Turn it off.”
Mere seconds after I opened my eyes again, a hand gripped the back of my neck, and lips slammed against mine.
I moaned because damn it, that was hot.
Then Edith called out, “Don’t forget I’m here!”
My head shook and I managed to untangle myself from Rylan’s hungry lips.
His body was still tight and while I knew a romp around the sheets would ease the stress, I’d decided to slow down with him. Without labels, even after his little “you’re mine” declaration. Still, what I said to Remy about hugs was true, and he looked like he could use a little cuddle hormone time.
I didn’t ask, because he nearly had his tongue down my throat. I simply nudged my bag away from the front of my hip to my back and wrapped my arms around him.
“I’m sorry things keep happening,” I said softly.
He was angry. I didn’t need to feel the magic rattling beneath him to know that. However, I still felt it, our powers dancing together like they had when we met.
His chest expanded and his hands pulled me the final centimeters closer. I didn’t have the money, knowledge, or experience like he and Remy did to help in this situation.
But I did know how to comfort upset people. Piper was my little sensitive soul. She cried when characters died in fiction, had fights with best friends that hurt her deeply, and I was always there to help her through those moments.
My hand reached up to the nape of his neck. Piper liked it when I scratched her head, maybe it would soothe him too.
