Magic Gone Wild by Judi Fennell

Author:Judi Fennell [Fennell, Judi]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Paranormal
Publisher: Sourcebooks, Inc.
Published: 2012-06-04T05:00:00+00:00

22

Zane kicked the brambles from his legs, cursing both the pain of torn flesh and the disasters of the afternoon. First Lynda, then the hurt look he’d put on Vana’s face, and now the wind chime debacle.

The first round of grunt work hadn’t even taken the edge off his frustration, so he’d gone searching for the bewitched chimes.

They’d had been easy enough to find, but convincing them to relinquish their place on the shepherd’s crook in the middle of a bramble garden had been another thing entirely. Mother Nature, Father Time, and the chimes that Zane now swore were demons (or at the very least, those imps Merlin had described) had conspired to slash his skin to the point where he’d probably shed more of his blood in the muddy earth than he had left in his body. But in the end, he’d persevered and gotten the chimes out of the so-called garden.

That he also had had to remove the shepherd’s crook that’d been cemented into the ground was just an added workout bonus.

Zane propped the heavy chunk of concrete with the crook sticking out of it against the back-porch roof support, but there was no way he was leaving the chimes out here unattended. Amid the brambles, they’d swung out of his reach every time he’d tried to grab them, aiming for his head on the backswing so many times that he’d ended up using a stick to twirl the leather straps they hung from around each other so they didn’t knock him out. They’d struggled the entire walk back but hadn’t managed to get untangled or do any more damage. Well, much. Every so often one of them would get a good enough swing going that it’d smack its metal end into the back of his hand, and son of a bitch, that had hurt.

Grabbing the chimes, Zane pulled a pocket knife from his shorts and flicked the blade out to slice the leather from the crook.

The chimes shrank back in his hand as if he were some sort of ax murderer.

He exhaled. He’d had enough of magical beings today. He raised his hand to slice through the straps and—

“Zane, no!” Vana came flying out the kitchen door (only figuratively, thank God) and would have tackled him if he hadn’t caught her, dropping the knife and the chimes in a discordant jumble against the side of the house in doing so.

“Oh Zane, you can’t,” she said, breathlessly, as she smacked against his chest.

Oh yes he could.

Wait. What was she talking about?

He closed his eyes for a second. She was still there when he opened them. Still plastered against him, his arms still wrapped around her tight little body, her lips right there for the taking.

Time stood still for the space of three heartbeats. He knew because he counted them tolling in his head like a bell.

“I… that is…” She braced her arms against his chest, then looked into his eyes, her silvery ones darkening.

He knew what that meant. Somehow he knew her passion when he saw it.

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