Marabella POV
Gentle fingers move up my spine and sparks zap my skin as Jayden’s scent invades my nose. His scent fills the room as I drowsily wake up. My mind is trying to piece together the last memories I have.
It is like putting a puzzle together, yet the pieces don’t quite fit. How could they? It makes no sense. I remember the fearful look on his face as the elevator plummeted to the ground. But that is it.
Rolling onto my back, Jayden is lying next to me, a book in his hand. It is his father’s book, the grimoire I stole from his room. Jayden’s eyes flick to mine briefly, and he clenches his jaw, clearly still angry at me for hiding things from him.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just didn’t want to be wrong, and let you lose him all over again,” I admit. Jayden sets the grimoire down on the bedside table, rolling into me and tucking my body close.
“I’m not mad. Well, I am. However, not because you lied, but because you meddled in something dangerous, Ella. Magic isn’t to be pla
