He pressed a kiss against her forehead. “Yes, my mate.”
CHAPTER 34
“Cece, you should eat more.”
She lifted her hand, studying her fingertips before waving her hand gently back and forth, smiling happily at the green light that streamed from each finger.
“Cece?”
She made herself focus on Briggs, to ignore the heady rush of magic that flowed through her veins, but she’d never felt her magic this strongly before. God, she felt so fucking good.
“I feel so fucking good,” she told Briggs.
“I’m glad, baby. Eat the other half of your sandwich,” he said.
She studied it before pushing the plate away. “I’m full.”
His lips pressed together in a thin line, but he didn’t argue, just took away the sandwich and the container of raw veggies. As he cleaned up the lunch dishes, Cece wandered to the back door. She stuck her feet into boots and slipped outside, breathing deeply of the crisp, cold air.
She cocked her head, staring at the forest behind the house as the magic pulsed within her. She smiled and started walking toward the trees, but a hard arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her to a stop.
Briggs pressed her back against him, the heat of his body chasing away the cold and giving her system another boost of magic. “You shouldn’t be out here, Cece. It’s freezing, and you’re not wearing a jacket.”
“You’ll keep me warm.” She smiled up at him. “Come with me.”
She took his hand and tried to urge him toward the trees, but he shook his head and pulled her into his embrace again. “What are you doing?”
The magic from his touch sent a shiver through her. “The trees are calling for us. Can you not hear it?”
“No,” he said.
She studied him before turning back to the trees. “They’re so loud, Briggs. They want me to join them. I want to join them.”
“No, baby,” he said. “Not right now.”
She pouted at him. “I’m a green witch, I’m supposed to be with nature.”
“I know, but it’s too cold,” he said.
She studied him before shaking her head. “I have to, Briggs.”
“No, you don’t,” he said. “Control the magic.”
“I am,” she said.
“You aren’t.” She could see the tension in his big shoulders as he stepped away from her and studied the yard. “Cece, I want you to move those logs.”
“What?”
He pointed to the pile of logs still waiting to be chopped into firewood. “Use your magic to move those logs to that part of the yard.”
“Why?” she asked. “It’s a waste of magic.”
“Is it too hard for you, little witch?”
She bristled, green light flashing in her hands. “No.”
Muttering under her breath, she studied the logs, considering which levitation spell she wanted to use.
