Hidden Magic: A New Adult Urban Fantasy Novel (Touched By Magic: Dragon Book 1) by Ashley Meira

Author:Ashley Meira [Meira, Ashley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

I remembered what I forgot after exiting that cave.

“Do not let your magic run wild, especially around Adam Pierce.”

But I had. I’d let it loose the moment he’d pulled me out of that lake and hadn’t stopped until we’d gotten back to his plane. Mortified was the mildest word I could think of.

“I am an idiot,” I groaned, my cheek pressed against the toilet seat. Gripping the edge, I leaned back in and continued throwing up.

The steady stream of vomit had died down ten minutes ago. Now I was sitting here waiting for what was left to come out. Or death. I wasn’t picky.

Every bone in my body ached, like I’d been stomped on by a dragon. My brain felt too big for my head. Which was fine, because I had no plans of lifting it any time soon.

I hadn’t thrown up on the helicopter. But by the time we’d made it to the airfield, I was greener than the trees surrounding it. Adam had been worried, but I’d slurred out an excuse about being hurled through the air by a golem and flying on a giant bird. Before I could see if he’d bought it, my stomach had dragged me to the toilet.

He had followed me, and spent half the flight rubbing my back and holding my hair before falling asleep on the bathroom floor. He was so peaceful that I forced myself to stop throwing up so I wouldn’t wake him.

Unfortunately, my stomach only held out for an hour. Then Adam had to drag himself outside to get some peace. On the plus side, throwing up in a private jet made me feel like a preening socialite.

“Urgh.” The idea of being a socialite made me hurl again.

Whimpering, I thought on how badly I’d fucked up. It’s possible Adam had been too frazzled to notice anything. Or maybe I’d drained so much of his magic that the memories would be foggy. Except no one would be able to ignore having their magic drained while they were flying through the air.

“Damn it, Sophia.” I groaned. “Freakin’ idiot. You’re going to prison. Or worse.”

“They don’t hang people for being stupid,” Adam called from the doorway. “Even if they did, you aren’t an idiot.”

“Don’t walk in while I’m thinking out loud.” I spat out what was left of my stomach. “Being hung sounds good right now.”

“Does that mean you’re not feeling any better?”

Maybe if he rubbed my back again. That was nice. I glared. At me and him. “I don’t feel worse.”

“If you can be sarcastic, you’re fine.”

“Sorry for throwing up in your nice plane,” I said weakly.

He smiled warmly and held up a plastic bag. “I have French Onion soup.”

My stomach growled loudly. “No, thank you.”

He raised his other hand. “And desserts. Both from Millésime Brasserie.”

I stared at him blankly. “If you think the sexy accent is going to stop me from asking….”

“It’s the restaurant we were at last night.”

So that’s how you pronounced it. “We’re in Bordeaux?”

“We landed an hour ago.

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