Page 13 of Witch Untold
Fuck? Oh, God. We could do that here.
His eyes widened as he came to the same conclusion, and then my hands were at the hem of his tee, eager for skin on skin.
The sky rumbled. Lightning flashed.
Cora?
I opened my eyes to a white-washed ceiling crisscrossed with beams. “Fuck. Or not, in this case. Urgh.” I turned my head to lock gazes with Rune’s wolfy form.
His golden eyes were bright, body heaving as if he’d just completed a sprint. I registered the flutter of my pulse, erratic and excited.
“Rune…I was dreaming…”
So was I, Cora. So was I?
What the actual fuck?
Chapter Five
Jasper
“There’s nothing out here,” Conah says.
The world is a moonlit-white wasteland of ice and snow. The chill doesn’t affect me or the reaper, but the cold penetrates my dark soul regardless.
“They came this way.” I study the landscape, switching to my Othersight, and a veil lifts from my vision. Colors flow across the snow. Mundane and weak rusty hues. Humans. But cutting through those is a shining thread that indicates a warlock has been this way. I have no idea why I can see warlock signatures. It’s just always been this way. Another mystery to add to the never-ending pile of mysteries about my existence.
It shimmers blue and silver. It’ll be gone soon. We need to follow it.
“How are you doing this?” Conah asks for the tenth time.
“If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you.”
I’d picked up the thread at the local inn. It hadn’t been hard to find where Elijah and Bramble stayed. Barrow isn’t exactly a hub of activity, especially not at this time of year when the sun is absent for weeks on end. I have no doubt that finding Elijah will also lead me to Bramble. She went after him, after all.
“We need to hurry.” I pick up the pace. I could jump, but I’m concerned it might disrupt the energy signature we’re following.
Conah strides abreast of me. I can sense his skepticism, but he’s keeping it in check. Good for him. I don’t have time for questions. If he pisses me off, I’ll leave him behind.
Even as I think it, I know it to be a lie.
He’s important to Cora, and therefore, unfortunately, I need to look out for him. What the fuck is wrong with me? A year ago I wouldn’t have cared what she wanted. I wouldn’t have cared whatanyonewanted, only what I could get from them, but now…Now everything is different.
Twisted.
This love thing is weakening me, but I have no idea how to shake it.
“We should head back,” Conah says.
Heading back sounds appealing.
Wait…no. No, it doesn’t.
“There’s nothing out here,” he says.
My scalp prickles and the urge to turn back is a thrum in my bones. Ah, yes…Clever.
Conah comes to a halt. “This is pointless.”
