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It wants the match to work and it will push all parties to comply. To give in. Toindulge.
She gazes into my eyes, giving me a glimpse of her spirit that glimmers behind her silver irises. She’s hungry for me. I can see that much. But she’s holding herself back, demonstrating impressive control. “Then you’re going to help me find the death stone,” she whispers with determination, “and we’ll shatter it together. We’ll finish what my sister started.”
Her voice is soft, but her magic still hits me like a wall.
Fuck.
She’s so powerful and I wonder if she even knows it.
I place one hand on her wrist, partly to steady myself and partly because I can’t resist the urge to touch her. “If you were anyone else, I would say no. But you’re the first witch I’ve met who I think could actually pull it off.”
She’s Fallon’s sister, the only witch to have damaged part of the death stone.
It makes sense that Ishara would finish the job.
She leans in and stands on her tiptoes, bringing her lips closer to mine. “Does that mean you know where it is?”
Her words are easier to handle now that I’m touching her.
If touching her helps me learn her power, what would kissing her do?
Her lips hold me captive, enticing me to run my tongue over them before diving in for a taste. “If I knew where it was, I’d demand a kiss before I told you.”
Jasper makes a sound and Zyran is busy beheading some of our new guests, or else I am sure he’d have a quip or two to add.
Ishara licks her lips before surprising me again and leaning in.
Then there’s no distance between us, leaving me stunned by her incredible softness and delicious taste.
By all the death gods and goddesses, this witch is going to kill me.
She doesn’t hold back like I’d expect her to. She wraps her arms around my neck and deepens the kiss. Her tongue is fierce and battles mine as if testing my resolve.
Her teeth graze my fangs and all that does is make me want to bite her.
When she’s done with me, she pulls away. Her cheeks are flushed and her breaths come in short, adorable pants.
“I saidif—” I began, but she places a finger over my lips.
“I know. I just wanted to kiss you.”
Definitely my fated mate.
She leans into me. “How long can your brother keep killing things? Because I’m not sure I even want to leave now.”
“We’re leaving,” Jasper grinds out, his voice husky with a slightly murderous tone to it.
He never was good at sharing.
Zyran yells and I twist enough to see that a wall of bodies has formed at the doorway, blocking our exit, and now more enemies are pushing their way through.
He’s completely coated in blood and his glasses are dangerously teetering and half-broken. “Kor. Just do it.”
“Do what?” Ishara asks against my ear. Her words send a new tremor through my body, and this time it isn’t just one of pain. Her magic awakens something else in me. After sharing a kiss, I’m learning that Ishara Doyle is going to destroy my world.
And I’ll enjoy every second of it.
“Yeah,” Jasper growls as he digs his nails into my bicep. “Do what,brother?”
