“Reece,” she places her hand in mine, warming my skin with hers. “You are brave,” Sabrina whispers. “You can do this.”
“I can’t,” I whisper.
“You can,” she insists, and I open my eyes to see hers staring at mine. Then Sabrina reaches for my face and she cups it gently. “I believe in you, Reece, I believe in you.”
Somehow, when Sabrina whispers this to me, I believe it, too, if only just for a minute.
Chapter One
Sabrina
Magic.
That’s what every little girl dreams of, isn’t it?
Magical experiences.
We grow up thinking that adulthood is going to be this big, beautiful, incredible thing. We dare to imagine that our lives are going to be special, important, incredible. We think that somehow, despite all of the odds, we’ll be different. Our lives will be different.
They’ll be perfect.
“Magic doesn’t really exist,” I say confidently over my drink. The bartender looks at me, raising an eyebrow, but says nothing. I just stare at her until she shrugs and leans back against the opposite counter.
“I’m listening.”
“Do you agree?”
“Not at all,” she says. “Magic, in my opinion, is a very real and tangible thing.”
“I think you’ve worked in this place for too long.”
“We’ve only been open a week,” she says, laughing.
“I stand by what I said.”
I sip the whiskey. She served it to me exactly the way I like it: neat. Whiskey is the kind of drink you need to fully taste in order to totally enjoy it. Mixers only ruin the flavor.
“Why don’t you believe in magic?” She asks, and I smile a little. Karen-the-bartender is the type of person who has to be right, and she’s the type of person who has to know what everyone is thinking. She can’t handle not knowing things, and that’s part of why she’s both an incredible and a terrible person to hang out with.
“Magic is usually something people use as a label.”
“A label?”
“For when they succeed or fail,” I tell her. “If someone does a good job at something, it’s like it was magic. If someone fails horribly, oh, that was just bad magic.”
“Is it time for me to cut you off?” She asks, gesturing toward my drink. “Because I will cut you off.”
“No,” I shake my head. “I’m fine.”
“Suit yourself,” Karen says. Another patron comes into the empty bar and I turn to look. The familiar swagger instantly hits me right in the heart because I know this man. I know him better than he knows himself. I know so much about him and it takes all of my energy not to push him back and climb on his cock whenever I see him.
Reece is the hottest man in Fablestone.
Well, aside from the clan leader.
Together, they’re doubly sexy, and I’ve gone through three different vibrators in the time I’ve been living among the dragons just trying to keep up with all of the dirty fantasies I have featuring the two male shifters.
It’s ridiculous.