Saved by the Spell (Anna Wolfe Series, Book #2) Read Online Free PDF

beginning to lose patience.
    “Come on, let’s fix you up.”
    I follow her somberly to the vanity behind us, slowly lowering myself onto the plush velvet stool. I stare at my reflection, privately seeking a place to disappear within my mind, but to no avail. Thoughts and memories of Valen and my family, minus Cara, keep popping up. I toss them to the side, hating the feeling of hopelessness that accompanies them. Cara… I haven’t seen her since I was taken. I’m not complaining, trust me, but I find it rather odd she hasn’t visited me to gloat. I focus my eyes on Cassie, now busily pulling, flopping and straightening my unruly, thick locks. With a quick snap, a pile of fairy dust appears in her palm. She delicately blows the tiny mound of glitter in my direction and I watch in awe as they shimmer towards me. Flecks of pinks and gold cover me before abruptly disappearing. I look at her in amusement and she smiles pleasantly.
    “There,” she says as she slides her hands down my straight hair. “You look stunning.”
    I lift my head, observing myself in the mirror. I can only gasp at my reflection, noting my perfectly bronzed cheeks and sparkling green eyes popping through the smoky, black eyeshadow. I’ve never looked this amazing… ever. My thick, black hair hangs from my head pin-straight without the slightest trace of frizz.
    “Amazing, isn’t it?” Cassie remarks.
    I swallow hard. “Yes,” I respond as I continue to inspect every eyelash and piece of hair. I glide the palm of my hand down my strands, and feel astounded by its softness. “Wow, thank you, Cassie. I can’t believe it.”
    “Fairy dust can do many things, but nothing useful,” she giggles. “Unfortunately, I am one of the few fairies who can create it with my own free will.”
    “ Thank you.”
    She flicks her wrist. “Ah, it’s nothing. It’s the least I can do,” she replies solemnly.
    Before I have a chance to ask her about the origins of fairy dust and her exclusivity with it, a strong knock pounds off the stone walls. Cassie sighs as she makes her way to the door. I reach down and pat my boot, thankful at feeling the indentation of the bobby pin. Micah’s voice travels through her living space, and I stand, walking out to meet him.
    His eyes are immediately transfixed on me. Red strings dance in delight as his expression changes from indifferent to passionate. “My love, you look… delectable.”
    I recoil at his use of that word. I glance down, noticing my legs’ visibility through the carefully engineered high slits. I shuffle until they're safely hidden behind the narrow black strip of cloth.
    “I knew that dress would look amazing on you,” Micah grins. His wolfy snarl enlarges as his eyes drag themselves up and down my body.
    I wrap my arms around my chest, suddenly feeling too vulnerable.
    “Enough already,” Cassie interjects. “Now, be gone,” she demands, staring at Micah.
    He doesn’t respond or flinch. His undivided attention remains fastened on me… or should I say, the slits behind which my legs are hiding. He clears his throat finally.
    “Yes, I will most certainly be leaving,” he says.
    He takes two long strides towards me, grasping my upper arm tightly. He pulls me toward the direction of the door, without letting me say so much as a goodbye to Cassie. I frantically peek over my shoulder at her. She silently mouths good luck. I nod in replacement of a heartfelt thank you. I snap my neck around to see which direction we’re going. To my surprise, we are still in the same tunnel, walking towards empty space.
    Micah stops, and turns to me. “You are ravishing,” he states, sliding his hand down my cheek.
    I wince, hoping he doesn’t try to explore anything lower than my chin. I gaze into his emerald eyes, surprised to see red burning brightly in their centers. There’s something captivating about how they flicker and dance. He slides his muscular arm around my lower back, gently pulling me