The Consumption of Magic (Tales From Verania 3) - Page 115

“Not die!”

“Gods, I hate it when that’s your plan.”

I grinned rakishly at him. “I’m Sam of Wilds. That’s always my plan.”

Our luck, though, was bound to run out sometime.

And it did, when the trees began to thin out around us. We should have paid more attention to where we were headed, but we were too concerned with outrunning whatever was coming after us.

Which explained why we didn’t see the edge of the cliff until we almost went over it. We skidded through the snow toward the cliff, screaming louder than either of us probably cared to admit.

And came to a stop right at the edge.

“That… was close,” Ryan breathed.

We couldn’t see how far down the drop was. It was lost in the storm, the blizzard swirling around us.

Twin roars came from the forest.

We whirled around.

Ryan, ever dashing and immaculate, stepped out in front of me and reached for his sword, only to come up empty. “Oh,” he said. “Right. Dream. I don’t actually have my sword.”

Trees broke apart in the woods.

I leaned forward, putting my forehead on the back of his neck. “Hey,” I said, kissing the base of his spine just once. “You know how when you’re falling in a dream and you gasp right before you wake up?”

“Yeah,” he said, digging in, preparing himself for whatever was coming for us.

“I love you. Please don’t hate me. But I really need you to remember to gasp.”

He turned to look back at me, eyes wide. “Sam, what are you—”

I circled my arms around his waist and pivoted on my heel, spinning us around. I let go the moment our positions were reversed, and the momentum carried him over the edge of the cliff. He fell without a sound, disappearing into the swirling snow.

“He’s going to be so mad at me for that,” I said with a sigh.

I turned back around.

The crashing came to a stop along the edge of the tree line.

At first nothing happened.

Then four bright blue lights began to glow.

Eyes.

Two sets.

Something surged within me and I felt blue and it—

“I THREW my boyfriend off the edge of a cliff last night,” I told Randall. “After we talked about having babies and getting married. We got chased by bright blue eyes in the snow, and then I threw him off a cliff after telling him not to hate me.”

Randall stared at me for a moment.

Then he got up.

And walked away.

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