A Fine Scottish Spell (The Magical Matchmakers of Seven Cairns #2)

E mily’s shriek shot through Gryffe at his self-appointed post in the hallway across from the closed bedroom door.

He barreled into the room, immediately knowing what she had done. She had tried to leave him by using magic. Why? Had she not told him that whenever she did spellwork, she caught everything on fire? He clapped his hands. “ Recedo!”

The ring of fire disappeared, as did any damage it had caused, revealing Emily slumped in the floor with her head buried in her arms. Unable to decide whether to shake her, leave her there, or risk kissing her again, he settled for dropping to his knees in front of her.

“Did ye learn anything?” he asked as calmly as possible when she refused to lift her head and look him in the eye.