Enchanting Wilder by Cassie Graham Page A

learn a thing or two from you.”
    My mouth purses and I tilt my head. “Hardly.”
    Declan jumps from the car, landing heavily on the ground, the dirt skirting around the air. “Enough of the heavy. What are we waiting for? Greece is calling.”
    Shoving my phone into my back pocket, I take hold of Declan’s hands and walk to the middle of the clearing. Once we’re in the center, we stand facing each other. “Okay, close your eyes and empty your mind.”
    “Shouldn’t be too hard,” he mumbles out of the corner of his mouth.
    I sputter. “Shush. I have to concentrate.”
    “Sorry.”
    I peek one of my eyes open and smile when I see he’s got a playful grin on his face. Chanting the incantation in my mind, I repeat it over and over. Huma, loet, una, rasha. Huma, loet, una, rasha. Huma, loet, una rasha.
    The wind begins to rustle around us and I hold onto Declan’s hands tighter. He does the same, and before I know what’s happening, it feels as if we’re in the middle of a hurricane. My hair whips around and I’m knocked off balance. Declan wraps his arms around me. Just as I think we’re going to be swept away like Dorothy in OZ, I open my eyes, the wind settling.
    “Holy shit,” Declan breathes as he takes in the crystal clear blue water and white villas around us. This specific spell transports us to a place of our choice while keeping us invisible until I speak another incantation to bring us out of it. Declan and I can still see each other, but to the outside world, we can’t be seen.
    Double-checking to make sure we’re alone, I speak low, “Asa, canum, fare.” Within a couple seconds, we’re visible again.
    “We did it,” I cheer, clapping my hands.
    Declan smiles radiantly and pulls me into a hug, spinning us around in a circle. “You did it.”
    He sets me down and I cover my mouth with my hand. “That was amazing.”
    “It was.”
    I blush, the fire cascading over my face. “Where should we go?”
    Out of nowhere, Declan covers his mouth, an odd shade of white covering his face.
    “You okay?” I ask, putting my hand on his shoulder as he bends down, gripping his stomach.
    He breathes deep through his nose and shakes his head.
    “What’s wrong?” I ask, my tone worried.
    He swallows, moving his hands to his knees, closing his eyes forcefully. “It must be from Dissipating.” His voice is so little. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
    My mouth drops open and I immediately grasp both of his shoulders, his body rigid under my hands. Making him stand straight, I chant with all my might, syphoning all of my power into him, “abo, infirmiate.”
    Declan grunts and as if a jolt of electricity hits his body, he shakes a couple times in my hands, his body shuddering. I wait long seconds, watching as the magic works its way into his body, healing him from the pain. When he finally opens his eyes, and lifts his head, it’s back to his normal color and he smiles.
    “Better?” I dare ask.
    Declan touches his stomach, probably still tender. “So much. Thank you.”
    I clasp our hands together, feeling a little bold. “Of course.”
    He stares at me for a few moments, smiling. “Come on, let’s go find some food.”
    I laugh and shake my head as he pulls me along a street I can’t pronounce. “Think you can handle that? You were literally just bent over in pain not three minutes ago.”
    His mouth turns down in a contemplating manner. “I’m actually really hungry.”
    Covering my forehead with my other hand, I smile and look to where the sun sits high in the sky. Oh crap. What time is it? I don’t know how to tell the time by the sun’s location. “God, I don’t even know what time it is.”
    Declan digs through the front pocket of his jeans and clicks on his phone. “It’s a little after eleven.”
    I blink a few times, totally forgetting we aren’t in a magical land without internet. Greece is up to speed with the world. Where equipment—like phones—still exist.