‘And what if I shoot a bolt of lightning through you by mistake?’ ‘I would have thought you’d find that appealing.’ ‘More so by the minute,’ she muttered. Every part of Wilder longed to pull her close, to reassure her that she could master her magic, that the storms were hers to wield. But that was not the role he’d claimed. No, he had claimed the role of mentor and master, of a hardened teacher. ‘I don’t have all day,’ he said bluntly.
