Patch POV

With the rain still falling around her, Anneliese brushed her wet hair out of her eyes. Even soaked like this from the storm of the century, she still looked like his pink dandelion. “What happened up there on the mountain to have Thessi fuming like that?”

Patch pulled her in for a kiss, savoring the comfort after a night in the cave. Calyx’s fire had been impressive and provided heat, but it didn’t compare to the warmth of his witch. 

“I think our ...