Page 81 of Break Out the Girl

And being able to sense him again brings a peace that crystalizes something inside me.

Shit! I know how to fix this fucking stupid spell.

I march over to my two beasts and begin.

This time, the casting seems to lower the temperature of the air and a breeze rushes around my knuckles. The wind spills over the faun and the wolf. I can’t see a change of color with my eyes, but in my mind’s eye the winds contain sparkles of gold and lilac.

So beautiful.

Focusing my intensity, I pour out the spell and the magic doesn’t resist my command at all.

It soaks into them and settles.

Lowering my hands, a grin splits my face.

I fucking did it.

Within a second, there is the familiar rippling crack of bones, and the massive golden wolf reforms into the broad-shouldered frame of Taliesin.

London follows suit, his ears and horns melting back into his messy hair until he’s just a regular guy, or I guess I should say, bloke, standing in an oversized floral cardigan.

They both have their eyes firmly fixed on me, and I know they feel it. Through those golden anchors vibrating inside my ribs, they feel every single ounce of the all-consuming love I have for them.

Before I can even draw breath, they descend.

Tally moves first. He steps into my space, his hands coming up to frame my jaw with a desperate hunger. His beautiful amber eyes weaken my knees before his lips even touch mine.

Pulling my body flush against his, he wrecks my mouth. The kiss is deep, bruising, and fiercely possessive—a promise that he will tear the world apart to come back to me. I whimper into his throat, my fingers clinging to his neck, completely intoxicated by the connection between us.

When he pulls back, his breathing ragged, his thumb brushes over my lower lip, sealing the heat of him into my skin.

“You’re my everything, Princess,” he growls, his forehead resting against mine. “We’re going to get through all this, and make a life together. Be together, forever.”

Then London slides in, taking my waist and spinning me into his arms before I can even catch my breath.

His touch is pure and fizzing. He cups the back of my head, tilting my face up, then brings his lips to mine, gently, softly. “My rode,” he whispers against my damp lips, a breathtaking smile breaking through his serious expression. “A rode is a special rope for the anchor. You keep us all tethered, anchored. You keep the madness away and the belly-worms at bay, Kitten.”

I sag against him, my lips tingling and swollen from the twin onslaught of my men.

Basil lets out a loud, aggressive throat-clear, completely breaking the spell. “Are you guys done dry-humping? Because we’re on a clock here.”

Right, focus, Aurora.

Giving myself a mental shake, I look between London and Tally. “Change back into your beasts for a moment so we can test if the spell is fully working.”

With another synchronized movement, Tally and London shift. I beckon Basil over. “Come take a sniff.”

He grumbles but does what I ask. “Yeah, no wet dog smell—or goat breath at all.” A smile breaks through his usually sullen features and he gives me a high-five. “Knew you could do it.”

I try to give the boy a hug and he pushes me away, pulling on his goggles again like a shield.

OK, I need to reel myself back in fully. I’ve worked out this spell, so maybe there is more in my witch-tank than I thought? Is there anything that could help us pinpoint where Sky is?

Sky.

I close my eyes, forcing my breathing to slow, desperately trying to stretch my newly awakened awareness towards the Manor house. I reach deep into my heart, searching for any trace of my sweet friend.

Nothing.