Chapter 61

Bri

I never really realized when it manifested anymore. As darkness fell and my eyes failed me it just came into existence now like a habit, like some restless tick. The magic obliging my senses. Beau had his ass propped against the back of the couch, his shirt was gone, and the view was scrumptious as always. But the look on his face told me we had a heavy talk, inbound. I sighed propping my hip against the counter.

"Time for porch talk?" I asked. Nodding towards the door. So far all our heavier conversations had happened on the porch or the connecting dock. Being inside just made me feel like a cornered animal. So I preferred it that way. He nodded as I watched him gracefully stride across the kitchen and pull a short glass and a bottle of whiskey. I swallowed hard as I listened to the scrape of the opening bottle and the scent of the liquor hitting my nose. My mind drifted to dark times. My body had once been owned, my mind and magic wavered on that thought until a large warm hand