something.
“Hold my hand. I’m going to open a portal.”
“Uh, in my kitchen?”
He grinned at her, and her heart stuttered. Damn it. “Yep. It’s not going to disrupt anything in here. Of course, if you want to put up wards around your home, and want it done by someone else other than a wizard, then I might not be able to do this.”
“Why would I want to put up wards?”
He shrugged, but she saw the anger in his eyes. “You were almost killed by now dead Conclave members. The inn was warded when you were unable to fight for yourself, but we didn’t ward your home because that was an invasion of privacy since we couldn’t key it to you as you weren’t living here at the time. And we didn’t know what kind you’d want. Any one of us could have done it, but…”
“But you wanted to do it yourself because of the bond.” She held back a snide remark because, honestly, she didn’t know what else to say. This wasn’t easy on either of them and she had to remember that.
He nodded. “And as you’d never spoken to me, I thought I’d wait.”
She swallowed hard. “If I do turn into…something…”
His nostrils flared. “Then you will be able to do it yourself. Until then, I can put up some for you whenever we get back, if you’d like.”
“Do you really think I’ll be in danger?”
“I don’t know, but I do know it would make your friends, and me, feel better if we could ward your home.”
She nodded, knowing she was, yet again, about to trust someone she still needed to understand. “Okay then. For peace of mind, and because I’m not an idiot, I’ll take your wards. But if I change my mind and want Dante or someone else do it, you’ll have to let me.”
He gave a curt nod, and her anger warred with something much warmer, something she didn’t understand, in his eyes. “Once we return, I’ll do it. You can watch if you’d like.”
“I would.”
“Good. Now hold my hand and don’t let go.”
She did, his palm warm against hers.
He waved his hand in the air, and the hair on her arms rose. A swirling vortex of what could only be magic opened in her kitchen, and her mouth dropped open. Sure, she’d seen all types of truly inspiring magic since she’d found the truth about herself and her friends, but she’d never get used to it. At least she hoped she never would.
He looked over his shoulder, that devastating grin in place, and then tugged her with him. The vortex swallowed her, and the warmth and tingles of a magic she truly didn’t understand embraced her. She kept her eyes open, desperate to see everything she could. Sparkles of light and flashes of color sped by so fast she wasn’t sure what she’d seen, and as suddenly as they appeared, they burst into nothingness.
Faith found herself standing on a street corner, her hand in Levi’s and a whole new world surrounding her.
People nodded as they walked by, some even bowing their heads at Levi. Others gave her curious looks but didn’t stop to talk. While some wore robes and capes, most were in normal clothing like she’d see in her own world.
“Welcome to my realm,” Levi said, and she squeezed his hand.
“It looks…well, I guess it looks like London.” Or at least as much as she could remember of the city she’d never been to but had seen in photos. It actually reminded her a little of the Regency romances she secretly read. Brick buildings lined the road where people drove in normal looking cars or, to her delight, zipped overhead on broomsticks.
Broomsticks.
How fun was that?
Interspersed in the older brick buildings were new ones made of steel and glass that reminded her of cities in America. Up in the distance, she saw a road leading to a giant castle.
A freaking castle .
Yes, apparently she was a teenage girl who couldn’t stop saying the word ‘freaking’. As much as she’d wanted to, she’d hadn’t had the chance to visit many paranormal worlds, so being able to study any of them made her
“Hold my hand. I’m going to open a portal.”
“Uh, in my kitchen?”
He grinned at her, and her heart stuttered. Damn it. “Yep. It’s not going to disrupt anything in here. Of course, if you want to put up wards around your home, and want it done by someone else other than a wizard, then I might not be able to do this.”
“Why would I want to put up wards?”
He shrugged, but she saw the anger in his eyes. “You were almost killed by now dead Conclave members. The inn was warded when you were unable to fight for yourself, but we didn’t ward your home because that was an invasion of privacy since we couldn’t key it to you as you weren’t living here at the time. And we didn’t know what kind you’d want. Any one of us could have done it, but…”
“But you wanted to do it yourself because of the bond.” She held back a snide remark because, honestly, she didn’t know what else to say. This wasn’t easy on either of them and she had to remember that.
He nodded. “And as you’d never spoken to me, I thought I’d wait.”
She swallowed hard. “If I do turn into…something…”
His nostrils flared. “Then you will be able to do it yourself. Until then, I can put up some for you whenever we get back, if you’d like.”
“Do you really think I’ll be in danger?”
“I don’t know, but I do know it would make your friends, and me, feel better if we could ward your home.”
She nodded, knowing she was, yet again, about to trust someone she still needed to understand. “Okay then. For peace of mind, and because I’m not an idiot, I’ll take your wards. But if I change my mind and want Dante or someone else do it, you’ll have to let me.”
He gave a curt nod, and her anger warred with something much warmer, something she didn’t understand, in his eyes. “Once we return, I’ll do it. You can watch if you’d like.”
“I would.”
“Good. Now hold my hand and don’t let go.”
She did, his palm warm against hers.
He waved his hand in the air, and the hair on her arms rose. A swirling vortex of what could only be magic opened in her kitchen, and her mouth dropped open. Sure, she’d seen all types of truly inspiring magic since she’d found the truth about herself and her friends, but she’d never get used to it. At least she hoped she never would.
He looked over his shoulder, that devastating grin in place, and then tugged her with him. The vortex swallowed her, and the warmth and tingles of a magic she truly didn’t understand embraced her. She kept her eyes open, desperate to see everything she could. Sparkles of light and flashes of color sped by so fast she wasn’t sure what she’d seen, and as suddenly as they appeared, they burst into nothingness.
Faith found herself standing on a street corner, her hand in Levi’s and a whole new world surrounding her.
People nodded as they walked by, some even bowing their heads at Levi. Others gave her curious looks but didn’t stop to talk. While some wore robes and capes, most were in normal clothing like she’d see in her own world.
“Welcome to my realm,” Levi said, and she squeezed his hand.
“It looks…well, I guess it looks like London.” Or at least as much as she could remember of the city she’d never been to but had seen in photos. It actually reminded her a little of the Regency romances she secretly read. Brick buildings lined the road where people drove in normal looking cars or, to her delight, zipped overhead on broomsticks.
Broomsticks.
How fun was that?
Interspersed in the older brick buildings were new ones made of steel and glass that reminded her of cities in America. Up in the distance, she saw a road leading to a giant castle.
A freaking castle .
Yes, apparently she was a teenage girl who couldn’t stop saying the word ‘freaking’. As much as she’d wanted to, she’d hadn’t had the chance to visit many paranormal worlds, so being able to study any of them made her
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