KAELA’S POV
“Fuck,” I hissed, hovering my hand over the pile of ashes that was still warm. The glow of the embers was just beginning to fade. “We just missed them.”
“Do you think they know that we’re on their trail?” Zayne asked.
I shrugged, dropping onto a log. I winced when moisture seeped into my pants. “Who knows with Embermoors. They’re as unpredictable as the weather.”
“I thought you witches could control the weather,” Zayne said, sitting next to me.
My breath caught when his shoulder brushed against my bare arm, and a slight shiver ran through me. He smelled so good, and it was all I could do not to lean into him.
If willpower was a muscle, then mine was toned as fuck with how much I’d been exercising it when it came to Zayne. It was absolute torture being this close to my mate and not being able to…do anything.