work. I used my right hand and traced a liquid, curvy glyph for Linger in front of me. These kinds of spells were used inside stores, restaurants, and salons. They gave off a comfortable, relaxed feeling. If they were particularly well drawn, they made shoulders drop, smiles come out, and people spend way more money and time in their vicinity.
I pinched the glyph between thumbs and two fingers of both my right and left hands. Instead of pouring magic into it, I was going to push the spell into me, so the magic in me would be forced to follow it.
I had no frickin’ clue how to do that.
“Uh,” I started.
“You can do it.”
“A little help?”
“I’m watching.”
“I wanted help, not an audience.”
He just gave me a look.
Okay, fine. I recited my go-to mantra, the “Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack” jingle, to clear my mind. Then I pulled the glyph into me, toward my chest, concentrating on it wrapping around the flow of magic, the speed of magic, the pressure of magic.
My heart stuttered. Whoa. Not good. I concentrated harder on the spell. Magic, not heart. Find the magic. Just the magic. I released the spell. It sank like a rock toward my feet, then settled beneath my feet and pressed against my arches and heels. It rested there like a layer of sand and stone and soil, soaking up the magic, filtering it, and giving it a place to stretch out before it trickled up into me at a much slower pace.
My head cleared. I broke out in a sweat.
“Holy crap. Good?” I asked Zay.
He nodded. “Not how I would have done it, but effective. So yes. Good. You have control?”
Oh, right. That was the other half of this deal. I cleared my mind again, calmed my thoughts, and pressed back on the magic rolling within me. Magic fluttered, pressed once again, tempting me to use it, to fall to its siren call.
Nope. La, la, la. Not listening.
Magic quieted.
“Very nice,” Zayvion murmured. “I’m impressed.” He drew his fingers slowly up my thigh, then away, leaving the lingering cool warmth of mint and his touch behind.
“Are you still dizzy?” he asked.
“No. I feel pretty good.”
Oh, screw it. I felt powerful. Proud. That had been a fine little piece of magic using I’d just done. Yes, I’d probably pay for it with a walloping headache, but right now, I didn’t care. “I’d feel even better with a hell-of-a-job kiss.”
“So that’s how it’s going to be? One elementary-level spell and you get naked?”
“First, that was not elementary level. High school at the very least. Second, tell me you don’t like the idea of me being naked.”
“How about I tell you I don’t like the idea of driving off the road. Which means your clothes stay on you.” He stopped at a light, then added, “For now.”
“Chicken.”
He grinned. Zay had a good profile, a strong, wide nose, high cheekbones, and a slant to his eyes that I thought was incredibly sexy, and that spoke to his mixed heritage. Under that ratty coat and jeans was a very fine, very fit body.
But he was also a man full of secrets. Even though we’d been officially dating for a couple months now, I still hadn’t gotten much about his past out of him.
I didn’t even know where he’d grown up.
“Did you do time with Shame in juvie?” I asked.
“That’s what you were thinking about when magic was trying to burn you up?”
“No, it’s what I’m thinking about now.”
“Shame?”
“Your past.”
“Hmm.”
We were on the other side of the bridge and making our way southeast along the Washington side of the Columbia River. The sun pushed through cumulus clouds on their way to the Cascade Range, where rain would cover the mountains in snow and keep the skiers happy.
“Well?”
“I never got in trouble with the law when I was young.”
“So why was Detective Payne staring at you?”
He glanced over at me, then back out at the road.
He drove for a while, silent. I’d learned to give him his space. I didn’t know if it was life or if it was just second nature to him, but he was the most private person I’d ever met. I didn’t even know if he had a middle name.
“She helped me out once.”
I waited. I didn’t want to, but I did it. Go, me.
“I was twelve. Fostered to a family that . . .” He closed his mouth, inhaled through his nose. “She caught me digging in Dumpsters for food. Made me give