Epilogue
Nancy shivered, and it traveled down her arm and into the hand Wyatt held. The night was cooler than usual, not that it affected him. The chill carried a clean scent of distant rain, which he loved except he hoped he wouldn’t be returning home soaking wet.
“And you’re going to be n***d soon,” she commented as if reading his mind.
“I never notice it.”
She looked up and he followed her eyes. The moon hung as if placed just out of reach. It was full and lovely, and the magic already danced upon his skin. An hour to go before he’d be pulled to the ground.
“I’m going to miss you.” He brushed his fingers through her hair. “I always miss you.”
She scoffed. “I’ll miss you too, but I need some alone time anyhow. I’m meeting with the witches this weekend and I need to go over way t
