“Sorry. I’m getting a little overexcited, aren’t I?” “I mean, you saved an entire town and my life with your magic,” he reminded her. “You’re allowed.” Tipping her head back against the seat, Vivienne laughed again. “I did. I did that. I am a certified badass witch.” “The baddest of asses,” Rhys agreed, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, “and also possibly a little Magic Drunk.”
