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Tamsyn swam up into consciousness slowly with those two thoughts in her mind, even as she began to realize she was freezing and wet, and surely you didn’t feel like that if you were dead?

Or maybe you did, but only if you—

“You’re not dead, fy ngeneth i,” a gruff voice said near her ear, and Tamsyn opened her eyes then.

Bowen was leaning over her, his hair wet with rain and dripping onto her face, but his eyes warm as he cupped her face and looked down at her.

Suddenly everything he’d said earlier came back to her, about her being smart and sexy and him being in love with her . . .

“Did I say that stuff out loud again?” she asked, her voice hoarse, and he nodded, his thumb moving briefly over her lips.

“And are we back? Where we should be?”

Bowen lifted his gaze, but just for a second, almost like he couldn’t bear to stop looking at her.

She liked that.

“I think so?” he said. “Bit hard to say until we go inside and see for ourselves, but we’re back in the clothes we were wearing the night we went back in time.”

Tamsyn nodded, or at least she tried to. Her head still felt very . . . spinny.

Still, she had to get up, had to make sure they’d saved Emerald after all, had to know they’d—

“Easy,” Bowen said, gently pushing on her shoulder, but she shook him off, rising to her feet on wobbly knees.

“I’m fine,” she said. “Just the world’s worst jet lag.”

“You thought you were dead,” he said as he got to his feet, too, and Tamsyn shot him a look.

“Yeah, I think that after long flights, too. Now can we please get moving, Mountain Man?”

With that, she took off back toward the entrance of the maze, the ground muddy beneath her heels, slowing her down.

Kicking out one foot and then the other, Tamsyn sent the shoes flying into the hedges with a sound that was suspiciously like one of Bowen’s grunts, and then, on bare feet, she jogged out onto Tywyll House’s lawn.

“Christ Almighty, how do you move so fast for such a wee woman?” Bowen asked, coming up behind her and sounding slightly out of breath.

“I did track in high school,” Tamsyn replied, but she was looking at the drive, her heart pounding as relief flooded through her veins.

“My rental car,” she said, pointing to the little red Yaris. “We’re back. Elspeth did it, Bowen.” Tamsyn couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her. “Oh my god, Elspeth really did it. Not that I thought she wouldn’t, but still.”

“She really was that powerful of a witch,” Bowen replied, and Tamsyn nodded before that word—was—sunk in fully.

Was.

They were gone now, Elspeth and Harri, even though just moments before they’d been standing in front of her and Bowen, young and alive and in love . . .

Tamsyn felt Bowen slide his hand into hers, and she turned to see him looking down at her, his handsome face grave. “I know” was all he said, and Tamsyn squeezed his fingers before sniffling just a little bit and turning resolutely back toward the house.

Elspeth had gotten them back to the right time—now they needed to make sure Emerald had been saved as well.

“Tam—” Bowen started to say, but she was already moving again.

Or at least she was, until her bare feet hit the freezing—and pointy—gravel of the drive.

“Ow!” she cried, wincing as she went to step back onto the grass, and then suddenly she was off her feet altogether, swept up into Bowen’s arms.

His tux was as wet as her jumpsuit, but she could still feel the warmth of his body, smell the familiar scent of him that she’d come to think of simply as home sometime during the last few days, and as she wrapped her arms around his neck and let him carry her toward the house, Tamsyn looked at that stern jaw, that determined gaze.

“It really is stupid how much I love you,” she told him, and he glanced over at her, one corner of his mouth quirking.

“Did you mean to say that out loud?”

“I absolutely did.”

“Good,” he replied, “because I meant what I said back in 1957. I’m in love with you, have been since that first night.”

“It’s because you saw me drink out of a twirly straw,” she told him. “Men can’t resist that.”

He gave one of those huffing laughs she loved so much, and Tamsyn held him tighter, snuggled in closer.

“Must’ve been that,” Bowen said, mounting the steps with her still in his arms. “And I was a damn fool not to tell you right then. Damn fool for not telling you a lot of things.”

“Like about Declan,” Tamsyn guessed softly, and Bowen nodded.

They were at the top of the steps now, and when he paused, Tamsyn maneuvered herself out of his arms and onto her own feet, turning to face him.

“We’ll fix it together,” she told him, as solemn a promise as she had ever made. “Between the two of us, there has to be something. Some spell you know, some artifact I can acquire . . . whatever we can do to help Declan, Bowen, we’ll do.”

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