Witch.And.Wizard.04.The.Kiss.2012 by Patterson James

Author:Patterson, James [Patterson, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Hachette Digital, Inc.
Published: 0100-12-31T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 42

Wisty

AFTER OUR TAKEDOWN of the kidnappers’ vans, Heath makes a point I’ve been trying not to think too much about.

“Makes you wonder what else we could accomplish together, doesn’t it?” He smiles mischievously.

Something comes over me when I see that devilish grin, and I can’t not kiss him. I savor the taste of his sweet lips and drape my arms around his neck, inhaling him.

“Ahem,” I hear a young voice say nearby.

A dozen children are still huddled together by the abandoned truck, staring as we smooch near the still-smoking wreck.

I cough awkwardly, dropping my arms from Heath’s neck. “What are you guys doing out this late, anyway?” I scold the kids, but they just gape at me, still too shell-shocked to move.

The group is a mix of older and younger kids, ragged and well dressed, dark and fair. Whoever’s taking them seems to just want numbers. But for what?

“Haven’t your parents told you that monsters come out after curfew?” I ask, going for a lighthearted tone. Still no one speaks.

Unless… it’s me they’re afraid of, I realize with a pang. I’m the monster that comes out after dark, thanks to Bloom’s antimagic rhetoric. And now they’ve just witnessed us starting an electrical fire, blowing up a car, and freezing a man. Not exactly the stuff sweet dreams are made of.

I sigh. “Go on, get out of here!” I clap my hands, and that seems to shake a few of them out of their stupor. They start to scamper in all directions. “Go home to your mamas, and tell them you saw the fire witch and her horrible spells!”

And maybe tell them how we saved your lives, too.

“Thank you, Missus Fire Witch,” a tiny girl in a pink jumper says. She kicks the frozen man as she passes. “He’s better that way.” She reminds me a bit of Pearl Neederman with her wise, old eyes.

“Hey, what’s your name?” I ask.

“Bettina Alexandra Gannon.” She leans forward conspiratorially. “My mom says you have to say your whole name if you want people to remember you. You won’t forget, will you?”

I put my hand over my heart and look at her solemnly. “I won’t forget.”

I’ll remember these kids, remember what it took to save them. Maybe we did do something good here tonight. And maybe we could do it again.

After the last kid has run home, I look at Heath, grinning. “Thanks for getting me out of the house. Even if you had to break in first.”

He’s smiling, too, but it’s a different sort of smile. He gazes at me from under those lashes, that unflinching look he first hooked me with at the celebration. He takes a few slow, deliberate steps across the cobblestones toward me, his steady, suggestive gaze making the distance feel like miles.

“Speaking of home…” Heath brings my bandaged hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles tenderly one by one, and I hold my breath. “May I show you mine? Would that be all right?”

I feel the flush on my neck as I nod.

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