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“What?” He dipped his gaze to his lap. “Why the bloody hell not? It’s comfortable, and I can carry tons of spell components inside. Besides, I’m not wasting my magic on modern clothes. Power is sacred and shouldnotbe wasted on ordinary, everyday tasks which could be performed—”
“Shut your trap, Fin. I’m not in the mood to hear another one of your countless diatribes on the proper use of magic.” Standing, she stretched her back. “I’ll run to the store and get you a suit because you arenotgoing out in that thing. Do you want to stand out like a sore thumb?”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “I can make myself invisible, old woman.”
“Yes, you can. But what happens if Lorenzo tries to get to Sacha somewhere else, not at her home? You’ll have to keep constant tabs on him and staying unseen will drain your power.”
Fin felt like kicking something. “I guess you have a point.”
“What was that?” A gray eyebrow rose. “Admitting I’m right?”
“You’re enjoying this entirely too much.”
“Oh yes, yes I am.” She tilted her head and laughed. “But I’ll get you sorted, then you can port out of here, save her, and leave me some peace and quiet.”
“I can’t believe I’ll have to wearregular clothes. They’re so tight and”—he shifted his legs”—unaccommodating.”
“Well, her safety is more important than your comfort or misplaced pride.” Margaret laid the knitting on the table. “Who knows? When she sees how dashing you are in your new suit”—She lifted a shoulder and an evil grin appeared on her wrinkled mouth—“maybe she’ll even decide she wants your sour, mopey backside in her life again.”
A flare of hope rose within his chest at Margaret’s words, but he tried to squash it down. She’d never know of his presence. He’d quickly intercept Lorenzo outside her home, take care of the problem, and leave.
Margaret’s shrewd eyes seemed to measure Fin from head to toe. “You know what? Swallow that insufferable dignity and tell her how you feel.” Her eyes softened. “Don’t let a good thing slip through your fingers just because you’re too pig-headed to admit you’re in love with her.”
His heart lurched in his chest at the idea of holding Sacha again. “I amnotin—”
A hand flapped near his face. “Stop it, boy. I’ve known you since you were born. You’re the most miserable, lovestruck sap I’ve ever seen. Come clean to her and save us all some heartache. Trust me, she loves you, too.”
Love? Was it possible? Yes, he decided. That must be what this is.
My thoughts have never been so consumed with one person.
Could he swallow his pride and admit his feelings? Perhaps. Even if she didn’t reciprocate, at least she’d know how he felt about her.
For the first time in weeks, he felt something other than sadness or anger. Excitement built within at the thought of being close to her again. What would she think when she saw him in clothing from her world?
“Wait, did you say asuit? I’m never wearing one of those tight, chafing things.”
“Never say never.” The older woman patted his face and headed outside, slamming the door in her wake.
Chapter 35
Sacha
Butterfliestumbledandtwirledin Sacha’s stomach. “Am I really going to do this?”
She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Yes, I am. It’s time to leave Finley Marin in the past and embrace the present.
Grabbing silver hair pins from a pocket, she coiled her black curls into a loose chignon, leaving a few to cascade along the nape of her neck. She threw some powder on her face and dabbed a light coat of mascara on her lashes.
“Should’ve said no.” She glanced at the cellphone sitting on the edge of the sink. “It’s not too late.”
Her finger hovered over the screen. “No, I have to make some sort of life for myself, and part of living means getting out to see what the world has to offer.”
Otherwise, I’m doing exactly what I accused Fin of—hiding away.
Sacha sent Kimmie a text to let her know she was on the way.
