Page 149 of Happily Ever Witch
Chances were the wolf was still alive.
Trevelyan wasn’t sure why, but he was inexplicably relieved by that fact.Hedidn’t care if Marrok was murdered. Obviously. In fact, he was all for it. But, he knew Esmeralda would mope all afternoon about her brother’s grisly demise. She favored that idiot and Trevelyan didn’t want Marrok’s death ruining her day. Perfectly understandable.
(And even if hewaspersonally a little glad that Marrok survived, it was just a temporary pause in his hatred of the man. Trevelyan might have a concussion, after all. Some mental confusion was expected.)
He crouched down to examine the hideous checks plastered all over the walls. Maybe the decorating was part of the torture. Why else would someone choose such an eye-spinning pattern? All the paint was in pristine condition, except for a small patch by the mattress. Some lovesick bastard had carved the name “Letty” into the stone, marring the black-and-white color scheme with his heartfelt pining.
Trevelyan rolled his eyes.
The wolf had been pathetically far gone over his True Love, before he’d even met the girl. Now that he had Scarlett, he was clearly even more insane. Trevelyan was so much stronger than that jackass, thank God.
Trev?
His heart stopped. “Ez!” He jumped to his feet, his gaze cutting around, desperate to see her. “Where are you? Are you alright?”
Nothing.
What the hell…? He was still alone in the dungeon. He didn’t see or smell his mate. She wasn’t there.
Trev, are you there?
It was a whisper in his mind. Esmeralda’s voice. He stilled, wondering if he’d fractured his skull and he was hallucinating.
Can you hear me? I feel like you can hear me.
The breath shuttered out of him. It was real. She was talking to him in his head, just like he’d heard her that morning. Trevelyan knew magic from every land imaginable and he’d never heard of two people being able to mentally communicate over large distances.
But there was only one level six witch.
Furrowing his brow in concentration, he focused inward. He had no idea how to answer her, because the spells to do that hadn’t even been invented. He’d figure this out, though. He was a dragon! To reach his mate, there was nothing he couldn’t do.
Closing his eyes, he searched for a connection. With all dark energy blocked, ninety-eight percent of his powers werestifled. Useless. That made it easier to find what little magic he still had control over. He dove into himself, down, down, down, to the bottom. To the very deepest part.
And he found that last two percent.
No wonder he’d never felt it before. The thin, golden strand barely even existed, but it was there. Not just some blip in the margin of error. No, it glowed strong and bright in the pitch black. The very best part of him.
And it stretched straight to his True Love.
Ez?
Who else? You okay?
Relief. The emotion came from both of them, vibrating all along the connection.
I’m fine, my darling. Are you alright?
I’m great. …Except we agreed to standbesideeach other during a fight and instead I wound up behind a huge log, while you faced a brillig alone!
It was instinct.
Troll shit.
It’s true. I’m a selfish being. Faced with the prospect of losing the one person I can’t lose, my inherent self-interest kicked in and I protected you.
That’s the excuse you’re going with? For real?
I can’t fight my nature.
