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As the edges of her vision begin to go dark, Hazel can just make out the shadowy silhouettes of two separate beings, similar to the strange animals drawn on the pages of the spell, and exactly like the symbol she had drawn on the floor beneath her in chalk. They turned towards her just as her vision went black. The last thing she saw were two sets of eyes staring at her, one burning amber gold and the other shining silver.
The eyes stared down at the unconscious witch for a long moment, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She must be powerful indeed to break them out of the prison that had trapped them for several centuries. She was also the most beautiful creature they’d ever seen, one of them thought, the one with eyes like molten gold. The silver eyed one glanced at the other in censure, but he couldn’t argue. She was incredibly gorgeous, drawing them to her side even as she lay there unawake.
Gently, the golden eyed one slipped his hands underneath her, one beneath her back and one beneath her knees, lifting her against his chest as if she weighted nothing. He checked her for injuries, but found her breathing slow and steady, the air from her lungs feathering against his shoulder in a way that had him holding her closer than necessary against him.
She looks so fragile, he thought, staring down at her pale cheeks and plump, pink lips. The other one glanced over, nodding, as they found the door that opened up to a bedroom. It must be hers, he thought in wonder as he glanced around briefly. Softly, the witch was laid on the bed, on top of the blankets and mass of pillows. The men shared one, drawn out look, not even needing to speak after being caged together for so long, before they both sat down on the edge of the bed to wait.
Chapter 5
Hazel blinked open heavy eyelids, trying to remember what had happened. She felt out blindly with her hands, feeling the soft blanket underneath her, and the mattress below that. Okay, she was in her bed. Now just how did she get there. She vaguely recalled the words of the spell, and then something happened afterward, but it was all hazy and whenever she tried to focus a pounding began over her left temple that had her hands flying up to try and ease it.
“Don’t worry, witch. The headache will pass in a little bit. Nika is brewing you a tea that should help as well.”
Hazel had jumped clear out of her skin at the sound of the deep voice rolling through the dim light of her bedroom.
“What the hell…Who the hell are you, and what the hell are you doing in my house!” She shrieked as she tried to crawl off the bed to put it between her and mysterious man voice. But her legs got tangled in the pile of blankets and she tumbled to the floor instead. Warm hands were there in an instant, helping her to her feet, running over her scalp and shoulders to make sure she was okay.
“Uh, what do you think you’re doing?” she said, more breathless than she would have liked. Hazel squinted into the darkness, but he was just a large darkly outlined shadow. Very large. Hastily, she ducked past him and his still searching fingers, dashing to the light switch on the wall by the door, and flipped it on, panting from the sudden exertion and the fear the stranger’s presence had evoked.
She froze for a full ten seconds, just staring at the most magnificent example of man flesh she’d ever seen. He’s a god, she thought, and Hazel jumped again as he chuckled softly.
“No, not a god. Definitely not that.”
His words sparked pure panic.
“You did not…Who are you…did you just read my fricken’ mind?” Hazel finally forced the question out, a million others crashing haphazardly through her brain.
He just glanced at her, a small lopsided smile on his too handsome face making him impossibly more delectable. Despite herself, she drank him in. He was tall, towering over her by at least a foot, and with enough muscles to win a strong man competition, maybe even two. At the same time.
His broad shoulders drew her gaze ever upward until it reached the slashing line of his jaw, his full mouth, and slightly crooked nose, as if it had been broken several times and never set correctly. Somehow, it made the rest of his face look that much more striking, setting off the dark slashing brows and black, swept back hair. But what caught her attention most were his eyes. Those pure, golden eyes that seemed to see right through her, to her most secret wants and desires. The golden eyes she had seen just seconds before everything had gone black.
