he challenged.
“Fine,” I conceded with a snort. “I accidently-on purpose might have touched your butt.”
“Grabbed would be more accurate,” he shot back with a chuckle. “I knew then, but I thought you were human.”
“Human?” I asked with surprise.
I supposed it was possible. I hadn’t used my magic in the nine months I’d been in the pokey serving time for killing my cat who wasn’t even remotely dead. My aura was probably a little wonky—but human?
“Yep, it was a bit of an issue.”
“You were going to try to mate with a human?”
I really wanted to open my eyes. This was unbelievable. Magical beings could not mate with non-magicals.
“I was in deep discussion with the Goddess who was probably silently laughing her head off,” he told me with his own laugh. “However, after you almost killed me, I was greatly relieved to find out you were a witch.”
“I saved your life,” I yelled, completely insulted. “You were about to bite it.”
“No. I was winning. I would have killed all the honey badgers if I wasn’t trying to protect you,” he insisted. “You were quite the distraction.”
“Thank you,” I replied, still a little miffed that I was underappreciated for my honey badger popping skills. “I was looking really good that day.”
“Yes. Yes, you were—as always. And even though I could lose my alpha werewolf man card for admitting this, I will say you were insanely powerful and did help. I couldn’t have done it without you. Well, I could have, but not with you there.”
“I think I actually followed that,” I muttered as I put my hands over my eyes so I wouldn’t cheat and open them. His acknowledgement of my hotness and the fact that I was a deadly, unstable force of nature removed him from the I need to smite your ass category —for the moment. “So why are we here?”
“Because I want you to see what it is that you being here has done to my secret place,” he said simply. “Keep your eyes closed. Let me get in touch with the earth.”
His body tensed and the rhythm of the earth changed. A new kind of magic I’d never felt filled the air. It was mind boggling and a bit unnerving. The wind became a soft melody and it bathed me like the sun on a perfect spring day. The chattering of birds and frogs filled the air and made me giggle. The splashing from the pond were the words that filled the music. I was dying to open my eyes, but I stayed blinded to whatever was happening around me.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he pulled me to my feet.
“Am I?” I asked, unsure if anyone could answer my question other than me.
“Open your eyes, Zelda. See what you’ve done to me.”
Slowly I did and I was flabbergasted at what I saw. Beautiful was a paltry word to describe what was before me. Riotous color rendered me mute. Delicate flowering trees were surrounded by blooming shrubs, and vines in every shade of the rainbow shot up everywhere. Hundreds of fanged, day-glow butterflies flitted around my head as their wings gently brushed my cheeks.
Dropping to my knees, I tried to take in the sheer beauty around me, but it was too much. How could Mac possibly think I was responsible for this? I healed Shifter boo-boos, ate my own weight in cheesecake and conjured up treadmills.
The pond rippled as the purple and turquoise fish hopped in and out of the crystal clear water. Multi-hued birds flew wildly around and sang joyously. This had to be what the Next Adventure looked like. It was too otherworldly for Assjacket, West Virginia.
“Did we die?” I choked out as my eyes began to fill.
“Nope,” Mac said as he guided me to a bench at the base of a tree. “We’ve just begun to live.”
“I can’t do stuff like this,” I whispered. “You’ve made a mistake. I’m not capable of this kind of beauty.”
“Neither am I,” he said. “Not without
“Fine,” I conceded with a snort. “I accidently-on purpose might have touched your butt.”
“Grabbed would be more accurate,” he shot back with a chuckle. “I knew then, but I thought you were human.”
“Human?” I asked with surprise.
I supposed it was possible. I hadn’t used my magic in the nine months I’d been in the pokey serving time for killing my cat who wasn’t even remotely dead. My aura was probably a little wonky—but human?
“Yep, it was a bit of an issue.”
“You were going to try to mate with a human?”
I really wanted to open my eyes. This was unbelievable. Magical beings could not mate with non-magicals.
“I was in deep discussion with the Goddess who was probably silently laughing her head off,” he told me with his own laugh. “However, after you almost killed me, I was greatly relieved to find out you were a witch.”
“I saved your life,” I yelled, completely insulted. “You were about to bite it.”
“No. I was winning. I would have killed all the honey badgers if I wasn’t trying to protect you,” he insisted. “You were quite the distraction.”
“Thank you,” I replied, still a little miffed that I was underappreciated for my honey badger popping skills. “I was looking really good that day.”
“Yes. Yes, you were—as always. And even though I could lose my alpha werewolf man card for admitting this, I will say you were insanely powerful and did help. I couldn’t have done it without you. Well, I could have, but not with you there.”
“I think I actually followed that,” I muttered as I put my hands over my eyes so I wouldn’t cheat and open them. His acknowledgement of my hotness and the fact that I was a deadly, unstable force of nature removed him from the I need to smite your ass category —for the moment. “So why are we here?”
“Because I want you to see what it is that you being here has done to my secret place,” he said simply. “Keep your eyes closed. Let me get in touch with the earth.”
His body tensed and the rhythm of the earth changed. A new kind of magic I’d never felt filled the air. It was mind boggling and a bit unnerving. The wind became a soft melody and it bathed me like the sun on a perfect spring day. The chattering of birds and frogs filled the air and made me giggle. The splashing from the pond were the words that filled the music. I was dying to open my eyes, but I stayed blinded to whatever was happening around me.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he pulled me to my feet.
“Am I?” I asked, unsure if anyone could answer my question other than me.
“Open your eyes, Zelda. See what you’ve done to me.”
Slowly I did and I was flabbergasted at what I saw. Beautiful was a paltry word to describe what was before me. Riotous color rendered me mute. Delicate flowering trees were surrounded by blooming shrubs, and vines in every shade of the rainbow shot up everywhere. Hundreds of fanged, day-glow butterflies flitted around my head as their wings gently brushed my cheeks.
Dropping to my knees, I tried to take in the sheer beauty around me, but it was too much. How could Mac possibly think I was responsible for this? I healed Shifter boo-boos, ate my own weight in cheesecake and conjured up treadmills.
The pond rippled as the purple and turquoise fish hopped in and out of the crystal clear water. Multi-hued birds flew wildly around and sang joyously. This had to be what the Next Adventure looked like. It was too otherworldly for Assjacket, West Virginia.
“Did we die?” I choked out as my eyes began to fill.
“Nope,” Mac said as he guided me to a bench at the base of a tree. “We’ve just begun to live.”
“I can’t do stuff like this,” I whispered. “You’ve made a mistake. I’m not capable of this kind of beauty.”
“Neither am I,” he said. “Not without
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