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I growled and picked her up, wrapping her legs around my waist as I strode around the pool and toward the bed. I stopped next to it, immensely grateful for its presence.

Silviu had put us in the perfect room.

The memory of him tugged hard at my fuzzy thoughts.

Silviu.

We were in his castle, a place to which I’d vowed never to return.

And we were about to drop our guard and have sex.

That didn't feel…right.

I pulled my lips away from Carrow’s, struggling to bring my mind back to the present.

Why were we here?

Lightning struck outside, glowing rose through the tinted glass. The glow highlighted Carrow’s features in a way that made her look more beautiful than ever, and it was all I could do not to fall back into her kiss.

I shook my head.

What the hell?

The thought was normal, the place was not.

I set her down, and she reached for me. “Grey. Kiss me.”

“No.” I gripped her shoulders and shook her gently. “Try to clear your mind.”

She blinked, her gaze cloudy. “What do you mean?”

“I think we’ve been enchanted.” I could feel it even now, seeping through my head like a mist, turning my thoughts toward Carrow. I could think of nothing but her.

It wasn’t unusual for her to fill my thoughts, but even I had the control not to entirely drop my guard—and my trousers—in the middle of one of my greatest enemy’s castles.

She gasped, then rubbed at her temples hard, as if trying to drive the fog away. I pinched the bridge of my nose, squeezing my eyes shut and trying to focus on our goal.

We were here to see the seer.

Silviu was finding her now.

Or was he?

I looked up at Carrow. “I’m not sure if he’s actually arranging a meeting for us.”

“Maybe not.” She dug into the small pack she’d brought, searching for something. “I think Eve gave me a potion to help combat mental spells.”

“A very useful friend to have.”

“And she’s fun for a night out at the pub.” Carrow fumbled in the bag, shaking her head every now and again, clearly trying to keep her wits about her. She pulled out a tiny vial. “This is it.”

“Is there enough?”

“I think so. Every vial is a double, she said.” Carrow uncorked it and swigged back half, her eyes immediately brightening. Then they widened. “Shit.” She shoved the vial at me. “Drink this.”

I tossed it back, cringing slightly at the bitter taste. Within seconds, my mind had cleared. The stress and tension returned, and a moment later, the room shifted.

I blinked, taking in the new space. There were no more windows, or furniture, or deep, sparkling pools.


Tags: Linsey Hall Shadow Guild: The Rebel Paranormal