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“Two days,” I replied, “five days less than my one-week coma.”
“How did Destiny manage that?”
I hummed thoughtfully. “She must have used a suspension spell. It’s a lot more complicated than holding someone still for a long time. This one is very much in tune with the witch involved.”
“Explain it to me slowly. Without big words. Maybe, uh, while feeding me those ice chips over there.”
I chortled while grabbing a foam cup from the bedside table. As I gave him a small chip, I continued, “It’s blood magic—dark magic. Suspending someone’s life force to keep them completely unaware of the time passage is a crime in our community. I didn’t know a week had passed at the time. I thought it was only hours since I had been kidnapped. But that’s the disorienting nature of the spell.”
“Does it do anything long-term?”
“Depends how the spell is done.”
He sat up with a hard frown. “Baby, we need to get you checked. Can you call another witch? Can you do anything?”
“Alright, easy, Captain.” I helped him recline against his pillow. “Blake and Troy are helping me locate the right person for the job, okay?”
“So, you’ll be alright?”
I smiled confidently. “Yes, I’ll be alright. I promise. It’ll take more than that spell to knock me off my feet.”
“But what if—”
I pressed my finger to his lips. “Baby, it’s okay. Just sit with me. Tell me your idea for our first date. I want to hear all about it.”
That seemed to be enough to soothe him. And it was enough for me, too. Despite the possible repercussions of that spell, I wasn’t worried when sitting at his side. I felt good. I felt safe.
I felt loved.
Chapter 23 - Eric
The afternoon sun cast a warm hue on the brisk breeze that caressed my face as beautifully as Regina did. Her hand was clutched in mine as we skipped up on the sidewalk, our faces as ripe as peaches with smiles marking our faces. News had come earlier this morning—right as we were wrapped in each other’s arms—about everything that had been on my mind since I woke up.
Regina sprang forward to grab the door of The Wooden Guild. She giggled as I gave her a smoldering smirk and walked past her into the bar. Patrons were lined up in front of the long stretch of alleys separated by thick steel cage wire and wooden posts. Laughter floated around the room under the sound of classic rock. The fermented smell of beer hung in the air, making my stomach growl as I realized neither of us had eaten lunch.
A rugged painted menu above the bar counter on the right had some appealing choices. While wrapping my arm around Regina again, we headed to the counter to order bacon burgers and crispy fries. Predictably, I didn’t want any condiments, which earned a funny look from my to-be mate.
Because I’d already planned everything out for this afternoon. I wouldn’t waste my time trying to wait for a sign or do things the human way. I was a wolf. Nothing I did was the human way, even in my human form. The smile I wore was a promise to her, that silent connection feeling cemented with every step we took to the aisle we had booked for the next couple of hours.
We each ordered a beer and accepted an axe from the waiter. When the guy offered to teach Regina how to throw the axe, she smiled sweetly and stepped up to the line for our aisle. “You mean like this?”
She swung the axe without looking at the target, landing about an inch off the bullseye.
The guy blinked with disbelief. “Oh, you’ve done this before. Sorry.”
He scurried away, promising our food would be out shortly.
I laughed while gripping the handle of my axe. “Baby, you didn’t have to embarrass him.”
She yanked the axe from the target. “He didn’t have to embarrass himself.”
“That right there tells me you’re meant for me.”
“Why? Because I stand up for myself?”
My smile grew. “No, because you just act like yourself. I love who you are.”
She shyly bowed her head, allowing a strip of lavender to fall over her eyes. I closed the gap between us to tuck it behind her ear.
