Page 61 of Dark Sold Mate

“Listen to this. Vision magic is one of the most secret forms of witchcraft since it demands a witch to live between worlds—between past and present, between physical and spiritual worlds.”

“Does it say how to control it?” Silas asked.

“It says...” Elle scanned the page. “Most vision witches require an anchor. Something to bring them here and now, even as their mind slips away to see other eras and other places.”

“An anchor like what?”

“It doesn't specify. It states, however, that the anchor has typically been a person or thing with a lot of emotional charge to the witch.” Elle glanced at Silas. “Something that holds them to the here and now. Have any idea what that means?”

The mate bond crossed Silas's mind. Could that be Elle's anchor? The attachment that bound them, that made her need his company when they were not with each other?

But he did not say it out loud. Elle was already skittish with the bond. Pushing her would only cause her to withdraw.

“I don't know,” Silas said instead. “Keep reading. Maybe there is more information ahead of us.”

They spent the rest of the time reading in comfortable silence. But every now and then, they read passages aloud to one another from a book they were reading. Silas couldn't stop stealing glances at Elle, though. Like the way she nibbled on her lip when she was focused, the way she pulled her hair behind her ear when it hovered over her face.

She was beautiful. Had always been beautiful, even when they were younger.

“What are you staring at?” Elle asked with her eyes on her book.

“You.”

Her cheeks flushed. “Well, stop it. It's distracting.”

“Can't help it. You're distracting.”

Elle threw a pillow at him. Silas caught it with a grin.

“Pay attention. We're supposed to be researching.”

“I am focused. Just not on the books.”

Elle scowled. “You're impossible.”

“You like it.”

“I tolerate it.”

They went back to reading, and an hour later, Elle put down her book and stretched. Her shirt rose up, revealing a patch of smooth skin. Silas quickly looked away before his wolf could get ideas.

“I need a break,” Elle announced. “My brain is full.”

“Want something to eat?”

“Always.”

They made their way to the kitchen, where Silas made them tomato sandwiches and some fruit.

Elle was sitting on the counter as he worked, swaying her legs like a kid.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Why did you buy me those books? I mean, you said you did it because you wanted to help with my magic, but….” Elle trailed off.

“But?” Silas prompted.