“I could hear your heartbeat all the way from the living room. The pace grew faster suddenly, so I rushed to the kitchen. What’s wrong?”
“My magic,” Dillon replied as he placed his palm on his chest and felt the pounding of his heart against it. “It—oh, shit! Darby!”
“What?”
“I’d placed a protective spell on him two nights ago, remember?” Dillon reminded. “The same spell that I put on you a few days after we had started dating. Something must have happened to Darby.”
Riordan’s expression became grim. “We have to go to him now. I’ll get the car key—”
“There’s no time for that. We may be too late then.”
“What do you suggest?”
“My magic.”
“A portal?”
Dillon nodded. “It’s the fastest way to get to him. He’s our soul mate. My magic will lead me to him. I have a strong feeling he’s still at the bookshop.”
“But what if his bookshop has some kind of shield all over it? His sister-in-law is a sorceress, isn’t she?”