Chapter 41 Threatening The Witches

• The next thing he’s aware of is a light sensation of lips pressing against his, pillow and soft, and his eyes flutter open to see Aileen’s face against the grey sky.
• “I was enjoying that nap.” He laughs, sitting up in the untended grass.
• “I could tell, but I didn’t think it was right keeping you asleep under a spell. Especially now I’ve found my dress.” She winks and stands, offering Cayson a hand and pulling him up next to her.