Callie’s POV
As the blinding flash of violet and emerald light slowly dissolved into the heavy, velvet-draped shadows of the sensory-deprivation lounge, the deafening roar of static that had been clawing at my skull finally vanished. It left behind a profound, ringing silence, but as the magical fever broke, my physical reality slammed into me with the force of a runaway freight train.
I was straddling Nate, my fingers deeply tangled in his hair, my chest heaving against his, and my lips still distinctly damp from his.
“Well, if I’d known the scientist was hiding that kind of bedside manner, I would have let him handle the training from the start.”
Ace’s voice drifted from the shadows near the doorway, thick with dark amusement and a razor-sharp edge of something far more predatory.
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