“Yes! That’s it, Lizzie! Work for it…can you curl your toes? Think about your toes, Lizzie.”
She blinked rapidly, as if the lights and sounds were overwhelming her. A tear leaked out of the corner of one eye, and then another, and another.
“I know it hurts. I know. I know, Lizzie. But move a toe. Just one toe, if you can.”
Then the calm slipped in, soothing him like the faint brush of wings or the puff of a gentle breeze after a violent storm.
“You expect me to be your consort? What self-respecting witch would agree to such a thing, in this day and age? Why, it’s practically medieval! No witch would allow herself to be fettered in such a way. It’s the seventeenth century, for the love of all that’s unholy!”
He said it without hesitation, and strangely, she liked him more for it. At least he wasn’t trying to sugar-coat it. He wasn’t lying to her.
He was dangerous. Dangerous to her senses, dangerous
to her peace of mind…just all-over dangerous.
Mark looked both surprised and pleased. “And how completely pissed is she to fall for a blighter like you?” He laughed at Michael, reaching across to shake Amy’s hand.
“Life can turn in an instant, and words can be final when we hadn’t planned them to be. Go back inside, luv. Talk to your mother.”
Topic: “Meet the Parents”
Then his eyes warmed, and a slow smile pulled at his lips.
“I came up to scope out the bathroom,” he said, “But I can see you have another project you might want some help with.”
“I’ve never felt a thing in my life as right as you,” he said. “You and I – we know that things can change. Turn in an instant.”
“Reports of my spirit of adventure have been greatly exaggerated.”
His eyes darkened, and a smile slowly spread across his face. “You’re beginning to sound like a challenge,” he warned.