Misty POV
My whole body ached as my eyes shot open, a panic setting in, remembering all that had happened. But then, a familiar warmth enveloped me, as I looked directly into Wyatt's piercing blue eyes. He held me tightly, his lips meeting mine before a single word could escape me. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, his hands trembling against my skin. The room was filled with a silence that spoke volumes as he held me.
"You did it, Misty. Freya is gone," he finally spoke, his voice filled with relief. "But you also managed to scare the hell out of me again, love. I'm sure you had your reasons to take the poison. The plan should have never been for me to go home. I'm sorry, love," he apologized.
"I used spells," I whispered, my voice weak. "Traces of my magic are there."
