Nineteen

Chapter 19

The Magician

Elena pov

I leaped away from Dracul, stumbling back until I fall against the door itself. My heart was still racing as I frantically straightened up my hair, taking a few deep breaths.

Dracul was straightening up and tidying his shirt.

He looked composed if you could ignore the flush on his cheeks the way his eyes looked gazed.

He has been as into it as I was.

"Yes?" He said.

When he spoke, it sounded curt and refined, like he knew exactly what he was talking about, like a ruler who was composed.

Like he hadn't just kissed me until there was no more air in my lung. Like he hadn't just kissed me as he meant it.

I felt a flood of warmth in my stomach at the memory of his touch. So recent, my skin was tingling, my lips burning where he kissed me.

I could smell the smoke of the wood fire over my skin. I could still taste him on my tongue, sweet and musky all at the same time. I could still feel him pulling me closer.

"We are here, My Lord." The driver said through
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