Page 40 of Summertime Hexy
“Oh, sorry, I’ll just magically intuit your invisible vampire boundaries next time.”
His mouth twitches.
Not quite a smile.
But close.
We work in silence for a while—him etching stabilizer glyphs into the ground with his usual deadly precision, me threading energy through the cracked anchor using a quartz-tuned binding charm I may or may not have improvised on the walk over.
“You’re humming,” he says after a minute.
“What?”
He looks at me. “You’re humming. Off-key.”
I pause.
Then start humming louder, just to spite him.
He exhales. “You’re unbearable.”
“And yet,” I say, flashing a grin, “you keep saving me.”
His eyes lock on mine.
Something flickers there.
“Hazel—”
A sudden pulse beneath us cuts him off.
The ley line flares.
Light shoots up through the glyphs, bathing the grove in a wash of blue-gold energy. It lifts my hair like I’m underwater, makes my skin buzz like bees are dancing under it.
“Stabilize it!” I shout.
“Iam!” he barks, hands pressed to the earth.
But it’s not enough.
The line won’t settle.
The anchor’s too fractured. It needs dual-channeling. Simultaneous magical infusion from both sides.
I grab his hand.
His head snaps to me.
“Don’t argue,” I say. “Just trust me.”
Our palms press together.
His energy rushes up my arm like frostfire—cool and intense, perfectly controlled.
Mine surges forward like it always does—wild, bright, a little chaotic.
But together?
