Page 71 of A Lady’s Guide to Witchcraft

“Yes, that’s the point.”

“I can’t be noticed, Ethan.”

“I’m a Crow. I think I can handle it.”

She snorted. “You are not exactly easy to ignore.”

He snorted back. “And you think you are?”

“I have nearly thirty years that prove it.” Her voice softened. “Please, Ethan.”

His gaze snapped to her mouth, eyes darkening. “Hell.”

She tugged her arm free.

“My dragon will circle. That’s not negotiable.”

“Fine, fine.” She darted away before he could stop her, possibilities whirling in her head. Was she onto something? Could she be right about this?

“You have ten minutes, and then I’m coming after you.”

She nodded at him, ducking under a mulberry tree, distracted, impatient.

“Briar?” His tone was so quiet it lashed around her, unexpectedly restraining.

She stumbled to a halt. “Yes?”

“Make it five.”