Mastering the Flames (The Beacon Hill Sorcerer, #4)

by S.J. Himes

Angel stared at Isaac, taking in every part he could see, and his older brother stepped over the monster bits and came right to him, nudging Constans to the side so he could throw his arms around Isaac. He hugged his brother as tightly as he could, and Angel pulled back for a second, before diving back in for another hug. “I’m okay, Angie.” “I know, I know. I can see you’re fine, but tell my heart rate that, okay?” Angel murmured. “Just let me hug you.”

“You’re getting a bell, just like a housecat. A cute one, sky blue, with little plastic rhinestones on it and a tag that says PITA.” A loud burst of laughter that was quickly stifled came from down the hall in the direction of the vault. Constans arched a brow imperiously, ignoring his laughing Elder.

Cool lips touched his ear as Constans leaned down, whispering in his ear. “You burn bright, Isaac. You set me aflame.” A small, soft kiss to the skin behind his ear and his whole body shivered in delight.

falling apart isn’t failing—falling apart can be the fastest way to heal what ails you. Going home doesn’t mean facing that horrible night, and all those memories, alone. You have people in your corner who love you, and if you let them, they can help you carry the pieces of your broken heart until you can put it back together.”