TWENTY-SEVEN
Grey had conveniently forgotten to mention that Sylvia had also traded him the use of a car in exchange for his bike. It made sense as his motorcycle could be easily tracked, but without the roar of the engine or the cover of their helmets, the quiet drive to Quarn’s estate only served to amplify the unease between them. They’d have to address these feelings. She’d seen the flicker in Grey’s eyes. She’d felt it in his touch, and missed it when he’d shied away. But for all her courage in the face of magic, opening herself up to such a powerful connection felt like facing down a dragon armed with nothing but her birthday suit.
By the time they pulled up to the security gate and punched in the code, Sage was ready to jump out and walk the rest of the way to the house herself.
