A sexy, predatory grin spread across his face. “You can’t lie to me. I know your desires better than you do.” He began to approach. The mist swirled and billowed at his feet with each step. “You’re afraid of what this bond will do to you, but you’re eager to explore the magic it offers. Admit it.”
“Nah-uh, stop.” Alysa threw her hands out in an attempt to impose control. “I need you to stay your naked ass right where you are, so I can think.”
Truth was, she wasn’t sure if she was trying to protect herself from him or him from her reckless lust. She edged backward, fighting to keep the distance between them, but the table behind her cut off her retreat.
“You summoned me for a reason,” he said, continuing his slow advance.
Her fingers tingled, magic surging through her body. The air hummed with energy as an unspoken spell weaved itself into existence. It took shape, stretching between them, and formed a translucent barrier. She locked eyes with him through the veil as he paused mid-step.
The barrier wouldn’t hold him for long. It was nothing more than a temporary roadblock. Still, it bought her a second to gather her composure, to force her mind away from the sexual pull of his presence.
“Why did you summon me, Alysa?” His tone was teasing, almost gentle, but his gaze burned with a fever that threatened to swallow her whole.
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