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Aenwyn studied the deep red blooms, thinking through the spells she knew and how she could repurpose them.
Reaching for her magic, she teased off a strand and wrapped it around the blossom, coaxing it to change color.
The flower stayed red.
She tried again, taking a different approach and modifying a different spell.
“Closer,” Dryden said.
He linked his fingers with hers so her bare palm pressed against his, and she felt the rush of his magic. Strong. Powerful. Controlled. He could overwhelm her if he chose, sweep her away with the sheer intensity of his magic.
Instead, he guided her, nudging her closer to the correct answer without showing her how to do it. The touch of his magic and the quiet gentleness of his guidance revealed more about him than words ever could.
Her wards offered only a whisper of protection, and she felt as if he could see all she was, all she’d ever been.
Tamping down the fear and vulnerability, she started to pull back.
He allowed her to ease away, but he also lowered his wards for her, wards that were far stronger than any she could hope to breach. By letting her through, Dryden gave her a glimpse of the man who shared her magic.
With both of their wards cast aside, the magic mingled more freely between them. A deeper and more intimate joining that both terrified and delighted her.
Swallowing hard, she forced herself to focus on the flower. She wove the spell, accepting his guidance, and watched the bloom turn yellow.
Excitement swelled through her. She touched another flower and turned it yellow. This time without his help.
“Yes, just like that,” he said. He reached up and caught an escaped strand of her flame-red hair, then trailed his fingers over the exposed flesh of her shoulder.
She closed her eyes as a delicious shiver of pleasure coursed through her.
She felt him strong and powerful beside her, felt his magic flowing through the gardens and around her. The heady fragrance of flowers filled the air, but she barely noticed them over the rich almost electrical scent of him. Like the air after a storm.
He leaned closer, the planes of his chest brushing against her, teasing over the skin her dress left exposed.
Her breath hitched as desire snaked through her. Tightening her hold on his hand, she pressed closer to him, enjoying the sensual contrast of his heavy mage robes against her bare flesh.
Dryden’s hand slid down her back and held her tightly against him as he touched his lips to hers.