down at me, reclining there with my robe completely open, they turned as dark as the rich shade of his robe.
“This spell came together faster than I’d expected, but only by a few hours. Thanks to the connection we share, I don’t need a key.” He moved closer and sat beside me.
“Did you summon me on purpose this time or was it an accident?”
“Well, I—”
“It doesn’t matter,” he said, placing his finger over my lips. “I was coming for you anyway.”
I was still a little tipsy, but sober enough to remember every detail of the spell I performed. I chose not to mention this to Liam. Besides, he might already know.
“Why were you coming for me?” I asked, wondering if I should take his appearance as an answer to my spell.
“The potion can only be taken during the witching hour.”
“Midnight?”
He smiled as he reached for me, helping me to a sitting position. “It’s past midnight, sweetheart. The witching hour lasts from midnight to three in the morning.” I sighed, enjoying the sound of his voice. I liked it when he called me sweetheart.
“So, it’s sort of like happy hour?”
“Sort of. It’s one o’clock. The sooner you take the potion, the better you’ll feel.” 34
Constant Cravings
All of a sudden I felt sad at the thought of losing the pain, of being rid of that ache in my chest. After all, it was all I had left of Rachel. Perhaps Liam could sense my sadness or maybe he just read my expression. Whatever the reason, he reached for me and I let him wrap me inside the robe against his chest. For the moment it didn’t matter that he was naked beneath the soft fabric. What mattered was that he was next to me and the feel of his skin gave me more strength and reassurance than I ever thought possible.
“You’ll never lose her memory,” he said. He stroked my hair as he whispered softly in a language I didn’t understand. “You must ease the pain in order to see this through.
Grief and horror cloud your vision quite literally. I have no idea what to expect as we explore this further, only that something is not right. It would take years for your pain to fade naturally. My potion will not harm your memories of Rachel, only make it not hurt when you think of her.”
He hugged me tighter and began to whisper to me again. I snuggled my face underneath his chin and sighed.
“Are your words magic?” I asked.
“The robe is too,” he said. “Does it help?”
I took another deep breath, savoring the fresh smell of his skin mingled with cologne.
“It helps.”
After another few minutes, Liam rose to his feet. “You should come with me,” he said, stretching his hand toward me.
“It’s freezing outside. Can I at least get my coat?” The soft, sexy rumble of his laughter made me want to pull him close again.
“Kiss me again and you won’t need a coat, or a key to my house.” How could I refuse an offer like that? He reached into an inner pocket and pulled out what looked like a sugar cube.
“What is that, LSD?”
He burst out laughing. “Not even close. Summoning is different for humans. You can bring me here no problem. But for me to bring you somewhere, I need an extra bit of magic.”
“You’re half-human, does that affect you being summoned?”
“I’m not sure yet. You’re the only one who has ever summoned me.” I smiled. “You mean you’ve never kissed a human with psychic ability before?” He winked. “Not the way I kissed you.”
His answer took me by surprise and when I paused he added, “I promise I’m not a drug addict and this cube is mostly sugar.”
“Mostly?”
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He reached down and turned off the electric fireplace before offering me his hand again. “We might be gone awhile.”
I took his hand and as he pulled me against him, Liam placed the cube on his tongue. Anticipation made me shiver as his lips hovered above mine.
“Hold on,” he whispered.
The gentle warmth of his lips burned through me,
“This spell came together faster than I’d expected, but only by a few hours. Thanks to the connection we share, I don’t need a key.” He moved closer and sat beside me.
“Did you summon me on purpose this time or was it an accident?”
“Well, I—”
“It doesn’t matter,” he said, placing his finger over my lips. “I was coming for you anyway.”
I was still a little tipsy, but sober enough to remember every detail of the spell I performed. I chose not to mention this to Liam. Besides, he might already know.
“Why were you coming for me?” I asked, wondering if I should take his appearance as an answer to my spell.
“The potion can only be taken during the witching hour.”
“Midnight?”
He smiled as he reached for me, helping me to a sitting position. “It’s past midnight, sweetheart. The witching hour lasts from midnight to three in the morning.” I sighed, enjoying the sound of his voice. I liked it when he called me sweetheart.
“So, it’s sort of like happy hour?”
“Sort of. It’s one o’clock. The sooner you take the potion, the better you’ll feel.” 34
Constant Cravings
All of a sudden I felt sad at the thought of losing the pain, of being rid of that ache in my chest. After all, it was all I had left of Rachel. Perhaps Liam could sense my sadness or maybe he just read my expression. Whatever the reason, he reached for me and I let him wrap me inside the robe against his chest. For the moment it didn’t matter that he was naked beneath the soft fabric. What mattered was that he was next to me and the feel of his skin gave me more strength and reassurance than I ever thought possible.
“You’ll never lose her memory,” he said. He stroked my hair as he whispered softly in a language I didn’t understand. “You must ease the pain in order to see this through.
Grief and horror cloud your vision quite literally. I have no idea what to expect as we explore this further, only that something is not right. It would take years for your pain to fade naturally. My potion will not harm your memories of Rachel, only make it not hurt when you think of her.”
He hugged me tighter and began to whisper to me again. I snuggled my face underneath his chin and sighed.
“Are your words magic?” I asked.
“The robe is too,” he said. “Does it help?”
I took another deep breath, savoring the fresh smell of his skin mingled with cologne.
“It helps.”
After another few minutes, Liam rose to his feet. “You should come with me,” he said, stretching his hand toward me.
“It’s freezing outside. Can I at least get my coat?” The soft, sexy rumble of his laughter made me want to pull him close again.
“Kiss me again and you won’t need a coat, or a key to my house.” How could I refuse an offer like that? He reached into an inner pocket and pulled out what looked like a sugar cube.
“What is that, LSD?”
He burst out laughing. “Not even close. Summoning is different for humans. You can bring me here no problem. But for me to bring you somewhere, I need an extra bit of magic.”
“You’re half-human, does that affect you being summoned?”
“I’m not sure yet. You’re the only one who has ever summoned me.” I smiled. “You mean you’ve never kissed a human with psychic ability before?” He winked. “Not the way I kissed you.”
His answer took me by surprise and when I paused he added, “I promise I’m not a drug addict and this cube is mostly sugar.”
“Mostly?”
35
Tracey H. Kitts
He reached down and turned off the electric fireplace before offering me his hand again. “We might be gone awhile.”
I took his hand and as he pulled me against him, Liam placed the cube on his tongue. Anticipation made me shiver as his lips hovered above mine.
“Hold on,” he whispered.
The gentle warmth of his lips burned through me,
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