Page 2 of Magical Sass for Three
At least thinking about Riana kept her focused on the task at hand. Her baby sister was the only person she could talk to. Riana never developed a knack for magic. Maybe that was why their mother adored her the most while shunning Hanna.
Hanna didn’t have anything against Riana. Everyone loved her sister, even the most coldhearted neighbors stopped to give a greeting when her sister passed by. There was something about Riana that people just couldn’t resist and absolutely adored. It was insanely bizarre that Hanna always teased that one skill would have been Riana’s magic power if she any: getting people to fall in love with her.
Hanna loved her sister more than anything. She was the main reason Hanna came back to the damn town, which led her to almost-blind walk on the dark beach. Riana needed her, and she wasn’t going to let her down. Not tonight. Not ever.
But if she had any hope of staying in town without anyone finding her, she had to see to her concealment spell first. The town was too crowded for her to do something that powerful unnoticed. It would only make her stand out to every supernatural being within a two-mile radius. Out there, away from anyone, was her best bet.
Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness some, but she still felt like each step brought her closer to falling on her ass. Parts of the beach seemed familiar, like an old memory reappearing with each rock segment.
If she had a better grip on remembering spells, she could have just done one to transport herself there, but she had to have a clear visual of her direction, and she wasn’t sure if the place had changed over the years. The last thing she needed was to appear in the middle of a death trap. Walking was longer but safer. It also helped her conserve her magic for later, which she definitely needed to do to heal her sister.
She nearly screamed for joy when she saw the dark and ominous structure of Nose Rock. It wasn’t really called that. She’d named it such after thinking it looked like a nose coming out of the sand. It even had two deep indents that looked like nostrils. Creepy Nose Rock. That’s what she should have called it. For some reason, it had more appeal when she was a kid.
That meant her place was right around the corner—
She paused when she spotted a large flicker of firelight up ahead. Who would have a bonfire way out here and away from the public beach zones?
A loud howl pierced through the night and made Hanna dive to the ground. More than one howl responded back.
Shit. Wolves. She knew the sound well. Vella Cove was full of them. The town had a reputation for welcoming all supernatural beings as long as they entered without bad intent on others. Even the town mayor, Braylon Keller, was the local Alpha.
What invaded her mind more than anything was her memory of Braylon’s sons, Derek and Kyro Keller. Years could pass, but those two would be forever ingrained in her memory.
Any female with a pulse had a thing for Derek and Kyro. Sadly, she was no exception. They were like reality television bachelors intensified with Alpha goodness, power, and charm. Hard not to notice sexy shifters like that, especially in Vella Cove.
Both were two different sides of a hot coin, Derek with his midnight-colored hair and stern look, and Kyro sporting his sun-kissed locks and dimples. If men could be pretty and masculine at the same time, they pulled it off. It was damn criminal.
The Keller Duo, as they had been nicknamed, was less than a year apart in age and practically ran Vella Cove High School on looks and power alone. Then they graduated and both moved on to the local college, and even there they were treated like resident royalty. They were every girl’s fantasy. Including hers.
It was her first run-in with them that fully did her in.
She’d gone for a swim in the ocean, not far from where she was now. It was her last goodbye to the place and her special spot before she left Vella Cove for good. She’d taken one dip under the ocean and resurfaced to two strange wolves sniffing her bags ashore. Given that it was a beach, she was positive they were shifters. That didn’t mean they had any right to go through her things.
She made a beeline swim for the shore, not stopping until she emerged from the water.
“Hey!” she screamed. “Does that stuff look like it belongs to you?”
Both wolves turned to look at her and before she knew it, they both shifted to full-grown men. Not just any men. Kyro and Derek. And they were bare-ass naked. It almost took magical concentration to keep from looking down at all the male yumminess they had to offer. Yep. No problem.
Fuck that. She looked. More like stared. She understood why so women chased after them. Big was minuscule to what they had to work with.
She had to remember to stop staring and close her mouth.
“See something you like?” Kyro asked.
Her face heated up, but she wasn’t about to come off blushing and stupid like most women who fawned over them.
She crossed her arms. “Who says you have something I want, Wolfie?”
Kyro grinned. “Wolfie, huh? Beauty with bite. I like that. At least we know where that intoxicating scent came from.” His eyes glowed with a golden hue around the irises. “You smell even better up close.”
The way he looked at her made her belly tighten. There was a need deep inside of her that she’d never felt before, and she had a strange feeling that these two could satiate it.
Along with that need was a hint of fear. No man ever looked at her that way, and she wasn’t sure whether to get closer to him or turn and run for her life.
He was almost on her, so close that she could feel the heat from his skin without even touching him.
“What’s your name?” Kyro asked.
