Touched by Magic by Celine Jeanjean

Author:Celine Jeanjean [Jeanjean, Celine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Celine Jeanjean

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Everything becomes confused after that. I’m not really aware of anything other than the feel of Hunter beneath my hands. It briefly feels like an enormous amount of energy is whirling around me, passing through me, and that’s the last clear thing I remember.

I come to, blinking and groggy, in my own bed. Everything hurts—and I do mean everything. A full body ache, as if I’ve run several triathlons followed by a mammoth Muay Thai sparring session. I roll to my side, and something crinkles against my cheek.

It’s a note, and I extract it from under my face and bring it up to eye level. Chai’s neat handwriting.

Good morning, princess. I’ve gone home for a shower and change and to grab a couple hours of shut-eye. Hunter is awake. He’s fine and waiting to give you a big slobbery kiss.

PS: I went to get your motorbike and your bag.

PPS: last night, I told Hunter that if he pulled through, I would lift my ban on slobber. I think that’s what made all the difference. You’re welcome.

Right now, I don’t think I can put into words how much I love Chai.

But first things first. I toss the note aside and sit up with all the speed and agility of a ninety-year-old geriatric. “Hunter?” I croak.

I hear a loud rustling coming from the living room. I clamber awkwardly out of bed and walk out of the bedroom.

Hunter has managed to open the cupboard in which I keep his kibble—I bulk buy enormous bags, so it works out cheaper. He’s dragged the open bag onto the sofa, and as I walk into the living room, he’s in the process of inserting the top half of his body into the bag.

The bag is almost empty, so he’s having to go deep into it. But he’s obviously not thought the idea through because he panics, shaking his head from side to side, and as he does, he loses his footing and tumbles off the sofa in a tangled mess, kibble flying everywhere.

I limp over, laughing, and yank the bag off him. That is the best confirmation that Hunter is doing fine.

I’m expecting an emotion charged, or at least excited reunion, but there’s kibble on the floor, so Hunter barely acknowledges me, rushing to hoover up as much of the food as he can. I do my best to run my hands along his belly, feeling for the wound, but there’s nothing but smooth, furry skin. As if he’s never been injured.

The relief is overwhelming. I awkwardly cuddle his back as he chomps on the kibble, needing that contact with him for a moment. He’s healed. Truly, properly healed.

“Thank you,” I tell Mr. Sangong, even though he can’t hear.

I’ll thank him properly later and maybe apologise for how I spoke to him. Although I still stand by some of what I said. If he wasn’t so useless at replying to messages, if he’d come with me to the Crane, if he hadn’t sent me to Sarroch, the mandurugo attack might never have happened, and Hunter wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

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