Chapter 55

Leon’s sun, woodsmoke, and bourbon.

“Ease back, luna,” Leon urged, his voice gentler than she could ever remember hearing it. “You’re going to hurt yourself pulling that much power.”

Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back and smiled. “It’s okay. Just a little bit more. I have to hurt him like I hurt. But I won’t kill him,” she whispered, peering back down at the male. “I need him to take me to the witch.”

The violent cyclone of Air around her shifted, and then her view of the man was blocked by three forms—three impossibly familiar forms—standing in the eye of the storm with her.

Livia went perfectly still, heart leaping into her throat to choke her.

Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted a shaking hand, but stopped, just before making contact. Joseph reached out and finished the movement for her, guiding her hand to his chest, then holding it there with his.

She could feel the vibration of his voice as he whispered, “We’re real.”

A low, pained moan