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you so much for believing in me.”
Her smile was so bright that it made him ache. “Anytime.”
“I have a gift for you.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Really? What?”
He held out his hand. A swirl of shadows, like a tiny storm cloud, hovered over his palm.
Becca’s gaze snapped to his. “But the gateway closed. I saw it.”
He shook his head. “That gateway wasn’t for you. I believe this is enough magic to send you back to your home, but I can’t hold on to it for long.”
Her blue eyes, now filled with pain, met his. “I wish I could have more time with you.”
“Me too.”
But I have to let you go.
A shimmering tear slipped down her cheek. “I’m going to miss you so much. I’ll never forget you, Maddox. Never.”
His throat was so tight it hurt to speak. “Hurry, Becca. I can’t hold on to it for much longer.”
She nodded and pressed her hand against his.
His gaze snapped up to hers in shock. He could feel her hand in his, warm and real. Flesh and blood.
“What is this?” she asked, breathless.
A smile curled up the corner of his mouth. “Magic.”
He brought his other hand to the nape of her neck, beneath her silky braid, and pressed his lips against hers, breathing her in. Tasting her mouth, which was even sweeter than he’d imagined it would be.
And suddenly, as quickly as her earthly form had materialized, it was gone. His arms were empty, and he opened his stinging eyes to confirm it.
“She’s gone,” he whispered hoarsely.
Barnabas gently clasped his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
“She . . . she needed to go.” He tried to nod, to remind himself this was the only truth there could be. “This isn’t her real home.”
“Doesn’t make it any easier.”
No, it definitely didn’t, he thought, his heart a lead weight in his chest.
“Just so you know,” Barnabas said after a lengthy silence between them, “I loved your mother. I loved her with all my heart and soul. I would have done anything to save her. When I lost her, I focused on trying to keep you safe. Part of that involved me having to go into hiding, so I found a place for you where I thought you’d be taken care of and grow up to be happy. I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry for what? For wanting me to be safe and happy?” Maddox shook his head. “Don’t apologize for that.”
“It didn’t work out the way I wanted it to. I’ll understand if you never want to see me again.”
“That would probably be the wisest decision. You’re a horrible influence.”
“Yes.” Barnabas nodded solemnly. “Yes, I am.”
Maddox knew he needed something substantial to take his mind off the fact that he’d just lost the girl he loved. A girl he’d never see again.
No, he thought fiercely. One day, I swear I will find you again, Becca Hatcher. I believe in happy endings, just like you do.
“You know, Barnabas,” he said when he felt ready to talk again. “We still haven’t found King Thaddeus’s daughter. I suddenly feel the need to go on a quest to recover her and put her on the throne, after we finally defeat Valoria once and for all.”
“We?”
“Yes, we.” Maddox managed a small smile, even though his heart had just been badly bruised and battered. Becca had helped him believe in himself, in his magic, so he might as well start doing something noble with it. “What do you say?”
“I don’t usually need a partner to cause trouble and mayhem,” Barnabas replied. Then he grinned. “But I’m happy to make an exception this time.”
Chapter 27
CRYSTAL
A photographer can tell a lot about a person by how they smiled.
Farrell Grayson had a few smiles in his arsenal. A self-indulgent smirk; a cold, cruel twist of his lips; and a charming, crooked grin that had managed to work its way into her heart before he’d happily stomped on it.
Markus, however, only had one smile, one that at first glance had seemed to be genuine.
He smiled down at her from his position next to her father and unconscious sister. “The Codex, Ms. Hatcher. If you please.”
Farrell took her arm and not so gently directed her up the stairs to the stage. She wrenched away from him the moment he loosened his grip.
“No need to struggle. Just trying to move this along,” he said. Lucas remained down on the main floor, his arms crossed, watching her with a chillingly predatory look on his face.
“Ms. Hatcher,” Markus prompted when she’d turned to look at Becca,