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splattered across the smoke.
    “It’s freezin g,” I mumbled, turning to press my face into his chest.
    “No kidding. I’ve been freezing since we got out here,” he teased, pulling me deeply into an embrace. “Are you doing any better?”
    Just being in Logan’s arms made me fee l better, but I knew what he meant.
    “I think so, but if people are able to interfere with my mind like this, it’s really worrisome. It’s one thing to share things with you, but I don’t understand how my mind has become a gateway to the underworld.”
    “I don’t think that’s what’s happening at all. I ’m positive it’s something that you’re doing.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean? You think I wanted these thoughts?” I was surprised at my own snippiness.
    “No, not at all,” h e sighed.
    “Sorry.” What was the matter with me? He didn’t deserve that.
    “I know you’re under a lot of stress, but we’ve got to continue to approach everything together. I’m not trying to piss you off, but there’s something inside of you that’s allowing this or inviting the information. That’s all I meant. We just have to figure out how to control it. Hopefully, the person tomorrow can help.”
    “How are you so certain that I have some sort of control?”
    “Just about everyone is susceptible to mind play… everyone but Trifectas and the Divinus . I read about it while you were unconscious. So you at some level had to be open for the images to make their way into your mind.”
    I began shivering as I remembered my father’s words. I’ll be providing you with more soon, but I…
    “I let my father in. He told me he had more information for me. This must have been what he was talking about …You’re right. I somehow let him in.”
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    “So can you tell me about the undercity?” I asked. “Like why’ve I never heard you mention it until now? Have you gone there?”
    I was on the hunt in my completely disorganized dresser drawer for the perfect pajamas to wear tonight. It was a toss-up between a flannel pair or a nightshirt.
    Logan smiled, squaring his shoulders, as he reached for one of the spell books that I had placed on top of the dresser. Grabbing the book, he flipped to a page and turned it around for me to see.
    “What’ s that?” I asked, seeing a sketch of several cottages. “Or should I ask where’s that?”
    “It’s an undercity.” He closed the book and put it back on the shelf .
    “That doesn’t look like anywhere around here,” I said, puzzled.
    “Good eye, ” he joked.
    I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed the flannels. “Looks like you just made the choice of sleepwear extra easy.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, as he slid his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him.
    “You know very well what it me ans.” I narrowed my eyes at him pretending to be annoyed.
    “Flannels just happen to be my favorite,” he murmured behind my ear. God, he could make anything sound sexy.
    I started giggling and attempted to push him away, but his grasp became firmer. His chin lowered toward me, allowing his lips to hover only inches from mine. The corner of his mouth turned up slightly and my breath caught with anticipation. Closing my eyes, I felt his lips quickly brush against my cheeks and that was it. He released my hips, and my eyes flashed open when he took a step backward, grinning.
    “So not fair, ” I complained.
    He shrugged his shoulders and couldn’t hide his smile. “The undercities have been around as long as we have. Every city has them. In Seattle, they’re actually under the city.”
    “Kind of ironic,” I huffed, not really wanting to talk about the undercities any longer.
    “Most often they’re in the countryside or off in the mountains,” he continued. “The witches who live in the undercities tend to be loners. They don’t always have the best social skills. But they’re