la magiePryor parted his lips, and then closed them again without speaking. He looked worried, hunted, harassed.
Ella was conscious of a prick of conscience, a prick of guilt. Pressing him like this wasn’t kind; it was, in fact, akin to bullying.
If Pryor did indeed possess magic, it was a sizable secret to have. A potentially dangerous secret. A secret that he would naturally be afraid to share with anyone.
“We’re very good at keeping confidences,” she assured him.
Pryor’s glance was sardonic and mistrustful and more than a little bitter. A corner of Ella’s brain noted that he was surprisingly attractive when he looked at her like that. Here was the substance that she liked in her men, the authenticity, the absence of affectation and calculated charm.
She ignored that observation, ju
