I gasped, my eyes flying open, my body seizing as a crack of thunder shook the very foundation of the cabin. The sound wasn't just auditory; it was a physical blow, a vibration that rattled my teeth and sent a spike of pure, unadulterated electricity shooting through my nervous system.
My magic, usually a cold weight in my gut, flared hot. It was reacting to the barometric pressure, to the ozone in the air, to the sheer violence of the atmosphere outside.
But mostly, it was reacting to him.
Guilermo was no longer just sleeping beside me. In the hours since we had drifted off, the narrowness of the cot had forced us into a tangle of limbs that defied physics. I was pressed against the rough log wall, and he was molded against my back, his arm draped heavy and possessive over my waist, hi
