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“Can you even go in there?” I stop them from storming into their possible doom.
Florence stops. “I don’t know. But you have to.” They shove me towards the house.
“I don’t know what I’m doing. How do I bind us together?”
“Shit.” They pace in front of me. “I don’t know. A wedding contract works, but that’s not going to work right now.”
“I’ll figure it out.” I leave them in the street as I pop into the house.
A hummingbird zips in my face, and I take it as my cue to follow. The closer I get to Ethan, the hotter the air is until I feel like I’m breathing the summer soup air when it’s so humid my lungs hate Hex. No one else is in the house as far as I can tell. Just me, the hummingbird, and Ethan.
“How do I help him?”
I’m not sure the hummingbird can respond to me, but images fill my head.
A kiss and a blood seal. Something like a soul tether, but not quite. My heart pounds when I get to his door. The light is so blinding I have to look away. But this is my Ethan. I push through until I’m at his bed. The light comes fromhim.
Chapter 18
Ethan
I’m floating somewhereand all the memories of Wick flood back stronger than before. Love spreads over my chest. In my heart. Faintly somewhere he calls to me, but I don’t know where he is. Where I am. I have a feeling someone lied to me about how long I had before the magic broke me down. My body tingles all over and my mind is washed with images of Wick.
Always smiling in my dreams, my pretty demon.
Age16
Like always, I bring my homework to my summoning. One day I’ll wear Wick down before I turn eighteen, but what’s two more years? It’s no hardship to see him every day. But what does it matter how old I am? I yawn as the last summoning word leaves my lips.
“You should rest,” Wick says the moment he sees me.
“I have too much to study for finals. Unless…” I wiggle my brows, making him chuckle.
“No. The answer will always be no until you turn eighteen.”
I whip out my thick blanket from my tote bag and lay it on the ground before plopping down on my stomach as per my daily ritual. Another yawn escapes.
“Ethan. You really should rest. You study too much.” Wick brushes hair from my forehead.
“Gotta study.”
“Please, just a little nap for me. I’ll wake you up in ninety minutes.”
“Thirty.” Another yawn.
“Seventy-five.”
Ethan shakes his head.“Forty-five.”
“Sixty. And that’s the lowest I’ll go. You need sleep. I don’t know what time Cordia makes you wake up to get everything done, but you’re not sleeping enough.”
“Four am,” I mumble. “But I need to study, then do a few chores, go to school, study more?—”
“Ethan.” Wick drops to his bottom. “Your homework will still be there when you wake up and I’ll help you. But?—”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Good.” He pats his lap. I lay my head on his thighs and I have to will myself to keep calm. “Sleep.” His rough fingers massage my scalp and he sways softly. Every touch makes me fall deeper in love with this demon. My heart.
