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The interior of a warmly elegant house materialized around me — high ceilings paneled in wood, amber-toned lights glowing against smoothly plastered walls. I blinked, and realized Jake was coming toward me, arms outstretched.
That was all I needed. I fell into his embrace, wanting to feel the strength of those arms around me, the beating of his heart against my cheek. If it weren’t for Connor and Angela’s presence — and the presence of the other man, someone I didn’t know but guessed had to be another Wilcox warlock — I would have pressed my lips against Jake’s, would have tasted him over and over to reassure myself that it really was him and I wasn’t just having some kind of insanely vivid dream.
As it was, I let him hold me for a moment. Then he let go and said, “Do you need to sit
