I drew back, suddenly conscious of my nasty hair and river-water-soaked clothes. His presence beside me grew obvious, and the moist warmth between us rose up, carrying our mingling scents. “Are you cold?” he asked softly.

Shit, shit, shit. I knew what was happening, but I didn’t want to stop it. Be smart, Ivy had said. Was this smart? “No,” I whispered, pulse racing. I was not falling for him. I wasn’t! But a small voice inside me said I might have, and what was left was only justification and trying to find a way to live with the coming heartache when it ended.

I’d asked for the truth, and he’d told me. He knew who I was. Had for a long time. And he was sitting beside me, having dragged me out of the river and kept me from being torn apart by dogs despite what I was. Who I might become.

Slowly, I shifted my weight to lean into him. My heart pounded at the simple motion that was anything but. I felt his warmth mingle with mine as the curious sensation of hesitant trust and tension swirled, sparking even more desire. Damn me back to the Turn, but I wanted this. Bad track record, obvious warnings, and roommates aside, I wanted to see where this might go. More important, I was strong enough to see where it might end, and it would end. Smart decision? Probably not, but it was being made with my eyes open.

He was a black-arts witch who made no apologies. He didn’t care what the coven thought, and even more telling, he had the ability and the strength to stand up to them, thumb his nose, and still be who he wanted to be. That was what I wanted, too.

He leaned toward me, and I stiffened at the thrill of wanted emotion spilling down my side where we touched. Feeling it, he hesitated. “I truly scare you?” he asked, inches away.

“Yes.” I took a breath, poised on something new as I gazed at him, remembering him wrapped around me as I tried to bolt, holding me—protecting me from myself.

He paused, eyes fixed to mine. “I’m of a mind that you’re lying now.”

I shifted, lips parted as I looked at him. “You do scare me. You’re a dangerous, threatening witch, and me associating with you isn’t going to help me get unshunned. You use black magic too quickly, you tell me what to do as if you’re in charge, you’re way too cocky with Al, and people around you die.” But they die around me, too.