CHAPTER 15
Brygida held on to Stefan for dear life as pure power devoured the ground beneath her, everything around her a blur of yellow and brown but for Stefan and the world ahead between Demon’s ears. It came faster and faster and faster, consumed beneath hooves before she could focus on the next leg of the oncoming path.
While the wind thrashed through Stefan’s hair and hers, she raised an arm only to move a tendril from her face, but Stefan clasped her hands back together around him.
“Trust me,” he called back to her, a certain melodious quality to his voice. “You’ll want to hold on.”
They thundered toward the fence bordering Malicki Manor, and gasping, she squeezed her eyes shut and possibly the life out of Stefan as she soared, weightless for a moment.
Mokosza’s loom, this had
