Brewed in Magic (Falling for Fables #2)

by Jenna Wolfhart

He loosed a roar that would have sent even the bravest man running. Luckily, I was no man.

“I would never harm a dragon, Lilia. I’d never let anyone else harm one, either.”

“If you believe a few barrels of beer are more important than the deep, life-altering connection between two lonely souls, then I’m afraid you’re more hopeless than a hound without a bone.”

squeal when she spotted her friends. She rushed over to their bench and flung her arms around their necks. And I wondered what that felt like, to have someone—or a lot of someones—that happy to see you.

“You love it, don’t you?” “The Isles? Yes, of course.” “No, wandering.” He gestured at the rolling sea. “Seeing new places, experiencing new things. I can tell by the way you speak of it, it’s in your soul.”

“You love this so much,” he said quietly. “The wilds, the walks, the wandering road. There’s this look you get when we’re out here. You don’t have it in Riverwold. It’s pure contentment.”

“Only a monster can see into the heart of a monster,”

she turned to Ragnar, flashing her teeth. “Take good care of her, or I’ll show you why us mountain trolls have the reputation that we do.”

You are going to be the end of me. And I would gladly face oblivion to have her look at me just like this.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I ground out. “You won’t. You never would. I trust you completely.” My flames roared back to life again. “Are you sure?” “Yes,” she breathed. “Then hold on tight.”

“Fuck.” I pulled out and twisted her to face me. “Are you all right? Did I take it too far with—” “Shh.” She pressed a finger to my lips, gazing at me with softened eyes. “You didn’t hurt me. Just like I knew you wouldn’t.” I shook my head. “I lost control.” “You had enough control to keep me safe.”

“I like everything about you.” The words spilled out of me. Too late, I realized what they were. It was true, of course, but I didn’t want to scare her away with my intensity. Fates, I’d already set fire to myself from wanting her so much.

He nodded and then suddenly started when he noticed Ragnar come round the side of the wagon. “What are you doing here? I assumed you’d be making your own brew.” “Best not. It tasted like feet.” A ripple of laughter went through the gathered crowd. Steffon even cracked a grin, shaking his head at the self-deprecating confession.

“I told you.” Ragnar grabbed the front of the demon’s coat and hauled him closer. “You will not say a damn word about her.”

“I’d spend forever wandering the world with you,” he murmured.

I pulled back and smiled. “Here’s to adventure and endless horizons.” “And every night spent with you.”

She cocked her head, looking Daella up and down, taking in her cropped shirt and the way she leaned against my brother’s shoulder. Not for support, but because they didn’t much like having more than the smallest gap of air between them, if that.

“Riverwold is where I fell in love with you, so it’s one of my favorite places in the world.”

“I would stay anywhere for you.”

Smiling, I palmed his cheek. “I do love Riverwold, it’s true. But I love the road more, especially when you wander it with me.”

“Then we’ll wander as long as you want.” He brushed his lips against mine. “The only ho...