Devilish Game (Shadow Guild: The Rebel 4)

I pulled away, mourning the loss of the connection, and turned to him. “I don’t know. I just had the strangest vision. Like I was standing with someone.”

“You went totally still, like you went somewhere else.”

I turned back to the wall. “Maybe I did.”

His hand lightly touched my shoulder. “Your magic has grown.”

I shivered, feeling it race through me. Whatever had just happened had been different than the other times I’d used my skills. But why? My power was growing in such a weird, convoluted way. There was no pattern.

I looked at Grey. “I don’t know what I just saw, but it has to do with the kidnappings.”

“And it made your power grow?”

I shivered, worried. “I don’t know.”

“But this is linked to you, somehow.”

“I don’t know.” My throat felt tight. “It was all so fast. It’s all just feelings. How am I supposed to learn anything from that?”

“Powerful magic follows no rhyme or reason, somehow.”

The words were no comfort. But I had to get Beth back. If that terrible voice was somehow connected to these kidnappings, I needed to find her soon. I looked up at Grey. “Let’s get back to my place. I want to hear what you know.”

Together, we hurried through the city. By the time we arrived at the street across from my flat, my skin was prickling with anticipation. The kidnappings and Grey’s presence fought to dominate my thoughts. We might have broken the fated bond between us, but we hadn’t broken the attraction.

I stepped off the pavement and into the street, my gaze on my flat. The motorbike came out of nowhere, going so fast that it seemed to appear from the blue.

Grey moved like lightning, gripping my shoulders and spinning me around, putting himself between me and the bike.

It nearly hit him, missing by a margin of inches. My heart thundered as I panted, looking up to meet his gaze. Concern flickered in the depths.

“Are you all right?” he breathed.

“I don’t know where my mind was.” On you.

We stood so close that the heat of him radiated through me, his firelight and whiskey scent wrapping around me like a blanket. Protectiveness radiated from him.

He swallowed hard and stepped back, letting go of my arms. “Come.”

He turned and looked both ways. The street was clear, so he crossed. I hurried after him, my gaze riveted to his broad back.

He’d put himself between me and danger always.

I knew it like I knew my own name. The bond between us was broken. It had taken with it some of the familiarity that I felt with him, some of the natural fit that we felt.

And yet, I still wanted him. We were more strangers than we’d ever been, but . . .

I still wanted him.

We reached the green door that led to the stairs up to my flat. As I unlocked it, Mac came careening around the nearby corner, her eyes brightening at the sight of us.

“You’re back.” Her short blonde hair was messy from the wind and her run. Her gaze flicked to Grey. “Did it work? Why is he here?”

> “Third person, Mac.” I raised my brows.

“Yeah, yeah. Apologies, Devil. But is the bond broken?”

“It is.” His voice was stiff.