Tingles blasted through her, mingling with the short bursts of magic that cycled in her blood. Misa’s heart skipped a beat, galloping against her ribcage. Her lungs constricted, and she suddenly felt that the band around her chest was a little too tight.
Royle had cupped the lower half of his face, perhaps out of anticipation or perhaps out of fear. He straightened and rubbed his hands together when she finally looked at him. His scowl deepened, and something flickered in his eyes.
“Do you really mean what you said?” he asked, caution melding with anger.
Misa swallowed, still needing that water. She couldn’t deny the effect he had on her, the way he sent a shiver through her just by looking her way. The fear returned. Misa had reached a line she thought she’d never have
