“My life’s not worth more than yours,” she said softly, resting her hand over his heart. “That’s where you’re wrong, pumpkin,” he murmured, so low she barely heard him. Suddenly, one of his hands was cradling her cheek, and butterflies filled her stomach. His gaze was intense as he brushed a thumb over her lips. “I never expected you to worry about me.” Is it the spell making me feel like this? Lucy found she didn’t care.
