Night Witch (Weatherstone College, #2)(49)

A pure dose of spellcaster explained why I’d launched myself out of bed like I’d been struck by lightning. Clutching on to Logan, I felt the tremble in his arms. “What’s wrong with me?” I asked against his throat, breathing in his soothing scent. “I’ve been so tired this year, and it’s getting worse.”

“I don’t know, Precious,” he whispered, and the ragged sound of his fear cut into my chest.

“Could it be the suppression potion?” I wondered, trying to work through the possibilities. “My exhaustion started late last year, which could have been part of the spell they cast over the school during the monster attacks. My magic might not like to be locked down . . .” Panic simmered through my veins, adding to my confusion. “Maybe I should talk to Mom about it?”

“You were planning on heading home this weekend, right?” he said, pulling away to see my face. “Bring me with you, and we’ll talk to her together.”

“Okay, good idea. It’s time for them to know about us anyway, and my issues will be a fantastic distraction from the fact that I’m sleeping with the enemy.” My lame attempt at a joke fell flat. Logan’s worried expression didn’t ease up at all as I added, “I’ll try not to exert too much energy over the next few days.”

“I’ll speak to your professors and get you excused today. You’re not leaving this bed. You need to rest, and I’m going to be right here next to you.”

Heat rose in my body, and I was relieved that there was enough energy within me to fuel my desire. For the first time, the slightest of smiles tilted his lips. “Not a chance, Precious. You’re resting, and I’m catering to your every whim—”

I opened my mouth, and he chuckled. “Except that one.”

“Orgasms give energy,” I pouted, crossing my arms. “It’s science.”

With a shake of his head, he brushed his lips briefly across mine, pulling away before I could demand more. “We’re not humans,” he whispered. “Science isn’t what drives us. It’s magic, and yours needs to recharge.”

“Hard-ass,” I groaned, falling back into the pillows.

Logan stood, reaching down to brush my hair away from my face, the heat of his magic seeping into my essence. “You have no idea how much of a hard-ass I can be when it comes to you, Precious. I’d let the world burn around us as long as you were okay. I’m no hero except for when it comes to you.”

I barely managed not to cry. “I love you,” I whispered. I’d known this for a while now, and it had been said in more than words, but it was time to lay it out there. Give him this last piece of myself.

He jerked as if I’d been the one to strike him with power, and if I hadn’t already been lying down, I’d have dropped at the look on his face. “Baby,” he whispered, his expression burning.

Dragging on my meagre strength, I pushed to my knees, his shirt falling down my body. “I love you, Logan Kingston. I love you more than I thought I was capable of. I’m pretty sure I’ve loved you since I was four years old and forced you into a mate bond spell.”

He was on me in seconds, gentle even as his big body slammed against mine and we crashed onto the mattress. “I fell at your feet the first time I saw your pretty little face, Paisley Hallistar. Even then I knew you were it for me. I love you too. I love you so fucking much that it’s a delicious kind of pain I will crave for eternity.”

He pressed his lips to mine, the kiss filled with fire as our powers clashed, and energy fueled me to the point that I couldn’t remember being tired. Tears fell unabashedly down my cheeks, and Logan kissed across my face, his tongue swiping through my tears, all the while whispering his love for me.

Eventually he pulled me under the covers, and we stayed like that, wrapped up as tightly as we could get, until I drifted off to sleep surrounded by his love.



* * *




“Did you tell Mom and Dad you were bringing the enemy home?” Trevor asked, smirking when I arrived at Weatherstone’s front gate with Logan. I’d made it through the last few days without fading, my fatigue a low ebb in my center, but power from Logan kept me from sinking into it.

“Nope,” I said shortly. “I’m not giving them time to freak out about it. They’ll just have to deal.”

Jensen, who had a bag thrown over his shoulder, rubbed a hand across his face. “This is going to be interesting. Jen and Alice are at home waiting for us as well, so you’ll have the full house for this surprise.”

Nerves assaulted me, but I couldn’t back down now. It was time for everything to come out, a new plan to be made. The suppression wasn’t working; my energy was fading along with my power, which meant we needed to pivot and figure out a new plan.

Logan stood silent at my side, dressed in faded denim jeans, a Henley, and black boots. He also had a backpack with changes of clothes, and I wasn’t looking forward to telling Dad that we were staying in my room together.

But it wouldn’t matter what he said.

Even if Logan’s energy wasn’t literally keeping me alive at this point, I was done living without him.

“Well, let’s get this party started.” Trevor’s smirk was permanently in place, and it was nice to see him looking somewhat chipper. Belle being back had helped his snarly disposition, and now his joy was centered around the drama I was about to add to the day.