Page 37 of Lunar Desires
The glittering lights of the city spread out below it. I must have been pretty high up in the tower to get such a view.
I reached out to the moon, drawing down its energy. Filling up on it.
My magic could be used any time of day, but connecting to the moon helped provide me with magical sustenance. The same applied to Isaac, and to Preston—wherever he might be.
To my surprise, I saw stars. You didn’t often see them in big cities, but there they were. Faint, twinkling gently.
The Star…
I hadn’t met Preston yet. However, it didn’t stop me from worrying about him. Feeling a connection without ever seeing his face.
Be safe,I thought out to him.And come home.
I really hoped Drake would find him one day, his scrying magic suddenly peeling back the layers to locate him.
“Drake!” I yelped, sitting up.
“Fuck!” Isaac barked from the chair beside my bed.
I squeaked, kicking my legs up, untucking the blanket.
Hadn’t seen him sitting there.
“You scared the balls off me,” he declared, getting to his feet.
“Likewise,” I countered, noticing the lack of wires linking me to any drips or monitors.
Isaac regarded me with a pair of blue eyes the same shade as mine, the corners of his mouth twitching. “I healed Drake.”
I sank back into the bed, a blob of jelly. “He’s okay?”
“He’s okay.”
I turned my head to face him, shaking. “Thank you.”
He raked a hand through his stylish brown highlighted hair, which complemented the fair, golden hues of his complexion, and definitely cost him a bomb in some swanky salon.
“All in a day’s work,” he said, batting his eyelashes.
I laughed, enjoying his bravado. “Thank you.” Happiness gave me a pinch on the soul. “Thank you so much.”
“My pleasure,” he answered around a yawn. “Sorry. Took a nap in this chair after the healing.” He rolled his neck.
His Healing Light power came with a consequence—fatigue.
“Areyouokay?” I asked, finding the strength to sit up. He didn’t look tired, his whole image a constant vibe of perfection, even in black gym shorts and a white muscle tee.
Stop it…
Jealously skirted the edges of triggering an episode related to my body dysmorphia. I didn’t need any of that right now.
“I’m good,” he answered. “Been gagging for a brother hug.” He opened his arms. “If you’re up for it.”
I swung my legs off the bed and got to my feet. He stood to let me wrap my arms around him.
God, I’d missed him so much.
He gave me a big squeeze. “Sorry if I stink. I haven’t showered since I used the gym this morning. Blame these fuckers.”
