Chapter 11Dillon was about to heat up the food he had prepared as supper for him, Riordan, and Darby when his magic tingled all over his skin. His breaths grew erratic, and he almost toppled backward. His back hit against something hard behind him, and he turned around. It was Riordan.
“I could hear your heartbeat all the way from the living room. The pace grew faster suddenly, so I rushed to the kitchen. What’s wrong?”
“My magic,” Dillon replied as he placed his palm on his chest and felt the pounding of his heart against it. “It—oh, s**t! Darby!”
“What?”
“I’d placed a protective spell on him two nights ago, remember?” Dillon reminded. “The same spell that I put on you a few days after we had started dating. Something must have happened to Darby.”
Riordan’s expression became grim. “W
