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At the same moment, she received the same message in her mind from both Silvan and Bastian, confirming what she’d already realized. In order to escape, she’d have to conjure an explosion. It was a feat of magic she wasn’t prepared to attempt, but they had no idea if these new and improved branka could fly off Mar Island. Could the monsters swim? She didn’t want to find out.
As Romy gathered energy, Silvan jumped onto the back of a creature assaulting the boat. The two of them wrestled back and forth, and when Silvan took a blow to his right back leg—the same leg the gator had bitten when he was a pup—Romy lost concentration and directed all her power toward helping him.
I’m shielding him, Romy. Let go. Let me.
Romy gazed at the chaos all around, yet there was peace.Bastian.
He was hidden but near. So near.
On an exhale, she released it all. Her fear. Her strength. Her need to control. The sky around the entire shoreline went up in a magenta blaze.
Romy collapsed from exhaustion.
Silvan jumped to the boat's deck in his wolf form but rose as a man. For the second time today, he cradled Romy in his arms. “You did it.”
Drained past her limits, she nodded. “Mm-hmm.Wedid.”
“Baby, you were the star of that show. I’m gonna get us out of here, okay?”
Another nod, then she drifted to sleep, and Silvan paddled as quickly as his own exhaustion would allow.
An hour later, Silvan woke her with a kiss. He’d put on a pair of sweatpants he’d brought for the trip but was shirtless, and gods, was he beautiful. “We’re back, princess.”
Romy stretched and smiled. “Thank you so much… foreverything. I can’t wait to get home to Thora.” She gave her bag a pat and quickly realized it was no longer full. She looked inside. “Noooonoooonoooo! Silvan…” Out of twelve roses, only one had withstood the fall into the water and the fight. One single rose. “This isn’t enough. Oh, Silvan… we’ve got to go back.” Romy snatched a paddle and tried to push off from the bank.
“Fucking hell.”
In her peripheral, about twenty yards away, Romy saw a figure shadowed in the pale light of morning.
Bastian.
He knelt and placed a bundle of flowers on the ground.
Fenrir’s Rose.
And then, he was gone.
CHAPTER17
merry jaunts to the land of death
The adrenaline had worn off.
It was the only way to describe the dramatic shift in Romy from badass witch to the whirling tempest standing before him.
“Romy, where did the roses come from?”
She wouldn’t answer. Refusal burned in her eyes, along with something else equally terrifying and erotic. He’d never been so torn between running from a woman and fucking her.
“No goddamn way.” Silvan exhaled the sudden steam brewing within. He knew exactly how she’d gotten the roses, and it made perfect sense. The whole night he’d felt… no,known.
Fucking.
Vamps.
No.Onevamp. One meddling, murdering, witch-stalking vamp that was begging for a lesson.
“I don’t know… I don’t know what… I don’t know…” Romy’s ire disappeared in an instant, replaced by clacking teeth and a shiver that sent her staggering into a tree. “What’s happening to me?”
