I gathered the stuff from the bathroom that I’d need and dumped it into my suitcase. Then I propped my hands on my hips and glared at Trent. “Stop looking at me like that,” I said.
“Like what?” He laughed.
“Like you’re in physical pain because you’re not touching me,” I said.
“But I am.” He gracefully rolled off the bed and was in front of me before I could blink. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but the compulsion to be with you is overwhelming.”
“It’s weird, right?” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’ve been feeling the same way. All I want is to be with you, more so than usual.”
He flexed his hands on my waist and tugged me closer. “Ever since we…” His eyes widened, and then he laughed. “Unbelievable.”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“When Ivy gave us the potion, she said the effects would wear off in seventy-two hours, and that we should make the most of our time, remember?” He shook his head, a playful grin stretching his lips. “She must’ve put something in the potion to make us want to… you know.” He waggled his eyebrows.
My eyes widened. She’d slipped something into the potion to increase our sex drive? I could’ve told her we didn’t need any help in that department, but it was too late now. But that meant…
“We have to travel all day to get wherever we’re going, and all we want to do is have sex,” I said, slightly horrified. “What’re we supposed to do?”
“Join the mile high club?” he said with a carefree shrug.
I smacked him. “That’s not helpful.”
His eyes twinkled with amusement. “I don’t know if I should send her a thank you card or tear her throat out for this little stunt.”
I sighed with exasperation and gave him a dirty look. He really wasn’t helping the situation. I had no idea where we were headed or how long it would take to get there, but now I had to deal with a magically overactive libido with no way to get any relief. And Trent thought it was funny.
“It’s going to be fine,” he said.
“Hello?” Abby called from downstairs. “We’re here. Get out of bed and get dressed.”
Trent laughed, and I couldn’t stop my own laughter. But man, I loved seeing him like this, so genuinely happy and easygoing. It gave me a certain thrill to know I was the reason for his happiness.
“Do you have everything you need?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think so.” I glanced around to make sure I hadn’t left anything laying out that I might need.
He closed my suitcase and headed downstairs. I followed. Abby and Isach were standing in the entryway. Trent’s luggage was already by the front door. All we had to do was load it in Isach’s car, and then he would drive us to the airport.
“This was on your front porch,” Abby said, holding out the gift basket.
“Yeah, it’s a wedding gift from Ivy,” I said, taking it from her and setting it on the table.
We’d chosen to ignore it last night, but now my curiosity was nagging at me. There were scented candles, a bottle of champagne, chocolates, and a crystal sphere. I shook my head—witches and their toys. A small white envelope caught my attention. I plucked it from the basket and pulled out the card.
Chloe & Trent,
Congratulations on your recent marriage. I wish you both a long and loving life together.
~ Ivy Rose
P.S. I have information that you need to know. I do hope you’ll stop by for a visit before you leave on your honeymoon.
My hand trembled. What information did she have? Did this have something to do with her meeting with Rector?
“Um, Trent,” I said.
But he was already by my side, reading the card I still held in my hand.
I spun around to face Isach. “Have you found out anything else about Ivy and why she was meeting your dad?”
“Yes, but I was given very explicit instructions not to talk about this until you get home from your honeymoon,” Isach said, his gaze darting to Trent.
“Let them handle it,” Trent said softly, taking the card from my hand and dropping it back into the basket.
Right, because I won’t be thinking about this the entire time we’re gone. How could he so easily forget about it, especially when last night he’d been fully prepared to talk about it with Isach, Colt, and Jax?
“You want to stop and see her, don’t you?” Trent asked.
I nodded. “I just want to know what she knows. Ten minutes tops,” I said.
He placed a tender kiss to my forehead. “All right.” Then he turned his attention to Isach. “Tell us what you know.”
We loaded up the car and were headed toward Keene Valley before any real discussion began.
“My father is attempting to bargain for his soul, but he needs help,” Isach said.
“Why?” I interrupted. “Your coven is supposed to be the most powerful in the world. Why would he need help?”
“Because he invoked the power of our ancestors when he cursed Sean. He gave up his soul in exchange for their power. To get his soul back, he needs to bargain with something equally as enticing,” Isach said, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. “But this time, the exchange needs to be the opposite. Before, it was done in rage. Now, the bargain needs to be made for good, for a purely unselfish reason.”
I huffed. “And Ivy’s helping him with that? She doesn’t have an unselfish bone in her body.”
Trent took hold of my hand and kissed my palm, then my wrist, and tingles spread up my arm, distracting me from whatever I’d been asking Isach. I glanced over at Trent, and his gaze was heated. Yeah, traveling for God knew how long was going to be impossible today.
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