Wicked Deal (Shadow Guild: The Rebel 2)

“I’m going to retract it now,” he said.

I could feel it flow back into his body like water. His heart rate slowed slightly, and I focused on the feeling of his magic, trying to imagine doing the same with my own. When he’d pulled it all inside of himself, I could almost feel him building a wall within his soul.

“Wow.” I whistled out a low breath. “Amazing. I can feel it.”

“You try.”

I mimicked what he’d done, trying to recreate it for myself. It went better than when I’d practiced with Eve and Mac. But then, they’d had a totally different method.

I liked Grey’s better.

It took a few tries, but I improved.

“That’s better,” he said. “Now, keep that wall built inside you to contain it.”

“I’ll work on it.” A yawn stole over me, and I reached up to stifle it.

“We need to rest.”

I nodded. I was so tired, I could barely stand. “I’ll get out of here.”

“No.” He gripped my arm, then released it quickly, looking startled. “The sorcerers will be out for blood.”

I winced. “We need to explain to them what we were doing there.”

“Miranda is trying. And if she doesn’t succeed, I will. But right now, it’s better if you’re not wandering the streets alone after breaking into their tower. You don’t want them to catch you.”

“I really don’t.”

“There’s another bedroom here. In the morning, we’ll go together.”

I nodded, wondering how I’d handle sleeping so close to Grey. Could I even sleep, as worked up as I was?

14

Grey

The next morning, I woke from dreams of Carrow. The sun was just rising, and the golden light reminded me of her hair.

Weak.

Disgusted, I dragged a hand over my head and climbed out of bed. So much had happened last night. My mind was still spinning, but I forced it to the back of my thoughts.

No time for that now.

I pulled on loose cotton pants and strode to the room where Carrow slept, passing the bookshelves that hadn’t held my interest in years.

As I passed, one title caught my eye.

Poetry.

The faintest bit of interest flared, and I frowned.

That was odd.

I shook it away and went to her room, knocking on the door. “It’s morning.”

“I’ll be out soon.” Her voice sounded sleepy, and the idea of her curled up in bed made heat flash through me.