She didn’t want me to go, after all?
“Wait?” I repeat, crouching down over her and cupping her jaw in one hand. “As in,don’t go. As in,kiss me again, Mr. Hot Book Boyfriend?”
She nods slowly, and her blood pounds behind my ears again, egging me on, daring me closer.
But I refuse.
I’m not here to bite her.
I’m just here for one thing.
I pin her to the wall, holding her jaw as I press my mouth back to hers.
She moans softly into me as I part her lips with my tongue, pulling her body up against mine.
The magic pulses between us, sizzling like a flame.
This must be how she found my name.
I’m no sorcerer, but I can feel the thread there, binding us together. And in it are both our names.
But something’s wrong.
The magic surges as she leans into me, and I can feel her searching this time, pushing hard. Too hard.
The energy grows and pulses all around us, threatening to push me away.
What the hell is she doing?
My wind magic responds to her call, swirling through her hair as she pulls back from our kiss…and slumps against my shoulder before sliding toward the floor.
Bright white magic flashes out in a bolt as I try to catch her, but the explosion just throws me against the opposite wall.
What in the—I grunt, rubbing the back of my skull as I climb to my feet.
What the hell was that?
Her apartment isn’t big. Not nearly big enough to hide in. And the place is dead silent.
No.
I swear under my breath, a sickening feeling deepening in my gut.
She’s gone.
“Anzelika,” I growl, the name forming in my mouth as I spit it out.
That’s it.
Her true name.
It must have come through the connection just as she pulled away.
Damn it all to hell.
Is this my fault? Did Ikillher?No. No, a powerful sorceress wouldn’t just vanish into thin air. She can’t be gone.
Besides.
