A Hint of Darkness (Magic of the Damned Book 2) by McKenzie Hunter

Author:McKenzie Hunter [Hunter, McKenzie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sky Publishing
Published: 2022-08-11T18:30:00+00:00

13

Soft melon-color light eked through the closed slits of the blinds as my eyes fluttered open. Acutely aware that the sheets weren’t as soft and luxurious as the ones I’d slept on over the past few days, I stretched out on the bed, which wasn’t the soft sturdiness of Dominic’s bed.

I was home. In my bed.

It worked.

Bolting upright, I scanned the room and landed on Dominic’s imposing frame standing in the corner. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his dark gray slacks. The crisp, slim-fitted shirt bound to the contours of his body. The Prince of the Underworld’s lips were stretched into a severe line as his clinically assessing eyes took me in.

“You’re finally awake,” he noted in a whisper.

Running my fingers through the tangles of my hair, I made an unsuccessful attempt to smooth out the strands. “Yeah. How long have I been…asleep?”

Was I asleep? Unconscious? In a state of comatose shock from unbearable pain?

“Almost two days.”

“It worked!” I preened, ignoring the part about losing nearly forty-eight hours of my life. We were out of the underworld, and if the cost was lost hours and pain, it was worth it.

He nodded, although the blank canvas of his expression was worrying.

“What’s wrong?”

My eyes followed his to my dresser where the orb was placed. The luminous lively green colors that filled it as it pulled the magic from me were gone. Reading Dominic’s etched frown, the magic had returned from where it came.

In me.

His hands rubbed over the rough shadow of hair on his face and he blew out a breath. My heart pounded in anticipation of the bad news he was about to deliver. His face may not have betrayed him, but his tense posturing did.

“You’re the vessel,” he said, strained. “Taking the magic from you broke the spell, but it returned to you. You can’t be without the magic.”

One of the many questions had been answered. Removing the magic did nothing. I was still bound to the supernatural world—to Peter. I existed as a tool of malice for him.

“I need a shower,” I blurted abruptly, scuttling out of bed and stumbling when I put weight on my legs. They felt like rubber. My initial steps were as awkward as a fawn learning to walk. My body felt off and unusually weak. A moment of reprieve and time to gather my thoughts was what I needed.

Steam from the shower filled the room, I supported myself on the vanity, looking at my steam-clouded expression, expecting to see something other than the woman who had stared back at me hundreds of times before. I was the same Luna and I desperately wanted the same life. But it wasn’t the same and the sooner I accepted it, the more time I could dedicate to doing what was necessary to obtain a new version of Luna’s normal. Taking the magic from me wasn’t an option, so the next best step would be to make it unusable. If I couldn’t get rid of the machine, I’d break it.

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