Page 79 of The Witch's Heart
Genevieve’s form shimmers and begins to fade.
“Are Declan and Dean all right?” I ask quickly.
“They will be when they see you,” she says kindly, and then to the doctor, “You must go.”
She disappears before either of us can reply and I hurry through the door before it, too, disappears.
“That was incredible,” Dr. Livingstone whispers when we step back into the closet where we started. “You’ve seen her this whole time?”
“Her and others.”
“How many? Who are they?”
“I think they’re the spirits of the people Cutter has killed,” I tell him.
He’s quiet at that.
“She’s right,” I whisper. “You should go before they realize you’ve helped me.”
He places his hands on my face, his eyes intent on mine. “I did not know, Celeste. What they’re doing to you. To all of you. And I . . . I can’t take back what’s done, but I can help you leave this place.”
My heart leaps at his words. “You know a way out?”
He deflates. “Not exactly.Le Rêveis on an island. The mainland is only accessible by a bridge which emerges once a month at low tide, and that isn’t for another three weeks. Or by boat, which Cutter keeps locked away. Even if I broke you out of here, there would be nowhere to run. The few humans on this island are in his pocket.”
“I see.” I swallow my disappointment, but it sticks like a lump in my throat. I’m not surprised. Cutter seems too smart to have left an easy exit.
“Don’t give up, love.”
His whispered words are tender and I find myself caught in his softening gaze. The air thickens with a tension that feels much different from the danger and fear I’ve been fighting.
He leans in, pressing me against the wall that’s only half-solid at my back.
My senses fill with him. The scent, the feel of him so close. Weeks of tension between us have left my heart yearning and my skin aching for his touch.
The intensity of the moment knocks me off-balance. His arm snakes around my waist, holding me steady.
Still, I hesitate, holding my breath while I wait for him to pull away. Until now, he’s been so careful, so proper.
“Celeste,” he says, bending to brush a soft kiss across my mouth.
I shudder.
Despite the coldness of his skin, I am hot everywhere.
“More,” I whisper.
He pulls away slightly and flashes a mischievous smile. “All right, but I think it’s safe to say I am officially no longer your doctor from this moment on. I’m just Logan.”
My lips curve. “Deal.” I pause, his name catching in my throat. “Logan.”
Clutching his shirt, I pull him down and press my mouth to his.
The kiss is better than I imagined, sending my thoughts scattering and my nerves firing until all I can think about is his mouth, his tongue, his hands.
My grip on my power slips as need takes me over.
The walls become solid as the magic that hid us away finally fades.
