Chapter Twenty-Two
Lacey’s arms tightened around Frost’s neck. The fear and adrenaline that had been coursing through her during their captivity reminded her of how precious life is and that there was never any guarantees that went with it, even for witches and aliens.
Her eyelashes fluttered open as Frost pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. A tender smile curved her lips as she felt his fingers move to touch her hair. His fingers traced the way it was made into a witch’s hat.
Lacey released the spell and her hair slowly unwound, returning to its normal, soft flowing locks. She loved the way Frost threaded his fingers through it to pull her forward so he could kiss her again. She opened for him, sweeping her tongue over his.
A shiver raced through her when she felt his fi
