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Which is a beyond appealing thought.

“Quit invading my space,” she says, but it comes out breathy with desire.

Her sultry voice makes me hard in an instant. “And whose fault is it that we’re in this predicament?”

“Yours. We’ve already been through this.” She presses her lips into the thinnest of lines, and her eyes flash.

“We have.” I nod and step even closer, so that our faces are mere inches apart. “But what we haven’t discussed is that maybe this whole thing was no accident at all.”

Her mouth falls open and her eyebrows go sky high. “You think I trapped myself in a magical orb with you intentionally?”

I shrug. “It’s a theory. One that makes more and more sense.”

“You’re delusional.” She snorts and tosses her head back, sending her red curls bouncing around her face.

“Am I?”

I reach up and brush one of the curls back away from her face, and she sucks in a sharp breath. Her skin shimmers with magic, along with a faint spray of mist from the waterfall. Her lips part ever so slightly.

“Then why is your heart beating so fast?” I ask softly.

Ven steps into me and our hips brush together, sending a spike of surprise and longing through my core. She leans in, and our eyes lock. Her lips hover just over mine. One pale hand slides up under my shirt, her fingers tracing over the lines of my chest.

“So is yours,” she whispers.

Surprise pulses through me. I thought I had her, and then she flipped the table on me yet again. I’m not sure whether I’m more stunned or turned on.

But before I can react, Maranda comes up behind us. “Maybe if you guys just bone that’ll break the spell.”

Ven steps hastily away from me, at least as far as she can within our magical prison. “Did you find something?” she asks the other witch.

The witch pats the giant grimoire in her hands. “Sort of. There’s a spell in here that might help you—”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Ven asks, her face lighting up.

“Or it might kill you,” Maranda finishes.

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