Page 125 of This Witch Is Not Wicked

She side-eyed me. “I think I’ve had enough pain for one lifetime. I’m going to enjoy this one all I can.”

“And what parts are you going to enjoy?” I asked, my voice going low.

She fully turned to face me, a smile dancing on her lips. “I’m going to enjoy a lot of things.” And godwitches help me, her gaze dipped to my crotch suggestively.

“You really need to stop looking at me like that,” I said.

She spread her legs out and fluttered her lashes. “Like what?”

“Enid,” I warned, but there was no bite in my tone, “need I remind you that you’ve been incapacitated for over a week now? Today is the first day you could sit up.”

“Sounds like the perfect time for your face between my legs.”

I choked, banging my fist against my chest. That was certainly an image. One I wanted to linger on far too much.

I shook my head, refusing to let my gaze dip down to her legs. “Aren’t you the one who told me we have the rest of our lives to enjoy each other? We don’t have to rush anymore.”

She stuck out her bottom lip. “Fine.”

“Besides, Ambrose will be arriving soon, and I don’t think he has any desire to see my face between your legs.”

She laughed. “No, he probably doesn’t.”

I turned, staring at the empty space where his portal would appear soon. “Something I’ve been thinking about lately . . . how can you still see Ambrose if you’re mortal and not inside Fairwitch Isle anymore? I thought our theory was you either had to be a godwitch or live inside Fairwitch Isle to see the Fair Folk.”

Enid shrugged. “Magic isn’t always perfect. It’s unpredictable, it makes mistakes, and it also lingers.”

The amulet lay nestled between her breasts. “Are you saying you still have . . .”

She pinched the empty amulet between her fingers. “No, I’m not still a godwitch. But maybe the curse hiding the Fair Folk hasn’t caught up to that knowledge yet.”

The morning sun shone behind Enid, bright and warm, highlighting her inky hair, moss-green skin, and flushed cheeks. She’d never looked lovelier.

I leaned forward to kiss her right as a whoosh filled the air, followed by Ambrose. “Are you two ready?”

I wanted to tell him to go away and come back in a few minutes, but I reminded myself of how helpful Ambrose had been. Enid might have thought he never cared about her, that he didn’t accept her, but it was clear how untrue that was. He was a good friend, and I’d forever be grateful for the ways he’d helped us.

“We’re ready,” I said and looped Enid’s arm around my shoulder, helping her to stand. “You go ahead,” I said to Ambrose, “we’ll be right behind you.”

The portal swirled in front of us, a vortex of blue and gold.

Ambrose nodded. “Just don’t linger. Everyone is eager to have you two home.” He walked through the portal and disappeared.

I helped Enid walk forward, carrying most of her weight since her legs were so weak. We stopped in front of the portal, and I looked down at her. “Are you ready to go to our new home?”

“I’m ready to start my life with you.”

I was ready for that too.

We both took a deep breath, joined hands, and stepped through the portal.

EPILOGUE

Enid, Two Years Later

“That doesn’t look right,” Fiona said as she leaned over my shoulder while I was stitching up her aunt.

“Fiona,” Harriet warned. “Let the healer do her job.”