Enchanted Moon (Moon Magick Book II) - Plot & Excerpts
Her skin prickled with awareness from her scalp to her toes. Nay, not quite awareness—magick. Dark magick that her body recognized. Kristoph. She struggled to free her legs of the blanket. She got to her feet, stumbling, dizzy in the darkness and trappings of sleep. “Quinlan!” she called, her voice hoarse. His magick was weaving closer. It was on her, pulling at her. She fell to where Quinlan slept hugging his sword, a frown wrinkling his forehead. She nudged him, trying again to speak his name and willing him in her mind to awaken. Quinlan! Kristoph was coming. She reached for her blade with clumsy fingers, failing to grasp it. She leaned her shoulder onto his chest and pushed. A huff of air passed from his lips. His eyes opened. He looked at her but a second, then bolted upright. “What is it, lass?” Ailyn felt the dark magick, like fingers crawling over her body, searching. “He’s coming,” she slurred. “Who? Danny?” She shook her head and worked the pendant free from beneath her tunic.
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