Must Be Magic (Spellbound) Read Online Free Page B

back.”
    She ignored the voice in her head that ordered her to sit back down and stay out of it. Whatever Dante’s beef with Bryce was, it couldn’t possibly involve her. Yet she couldn’t let the two of them get into anything here. No one else seemed to care about the dark look on her twin’s face.
    Bryce left his family but didn’t take more than a handful of steps before he finally noticed Dante and stopped. Or maybe it was the I’m-gonna-kick-your-ass look on her brother’s face that had Bryce freezing in his tracks.
    Darby was one of the few people not the least bit intimidated by her brother, but watching him move toward Bryce with that single-minded stride, she understood why some people didn’t wait until he got close before they got the hell out of his way.
    By sheer luck she managed to close in on Bryce before her twin, but that wouldn’t mean anything. In fact, her being anywhere near him would probably drive Dante’s overprotective streak to the surface even faster.
    Catching sight of Finn leaning back in his chair—and one of these days he really would learn to stop doing that—Darby whispered “Occido” under her breath as she brushed past his table.
    Her brother flailed backward, his own magic not quick enough to counter hers. The chair—and Finn—toppled to the floor, directly in Dante’s path.
    She didn’t need to look over her shoulder to know Dante would stop to help the groom-to-be up, giving her a chance to usher Bryce outside.
    “Down that way.” She pointed to the veranda that wrapped around the left side of the ballroom and led to the beach.
    When Bryce reached the corner and saw the steps she pointed at, he turned around. “What’s really waiting for me down there?”
    She peered down into the deepening shadows cast by the setting sun. “What?”
    “This is one of your family’s pranks, isn’t it? Like what you just pulled with Finn.”
    Seeing the disapproval in his eyes—probably because she’d used magic in a room with people who didn’t know about its existence—made her wish she’d left him to Dante. Now that she thought about it, she wasn’t sure why she’d felt the need to intervene at all.
    She’d made a deliberate point to not care about anything to do with Bryce for years now. Not caring had been much easier and far less painful than the alternative, and now she found herself skating closer to that line than she had in nearly a decade.
    “An island wedding will be great,” Bree had said weeks ago. “The perfect setting to make everyone forget about all the drama.”
    Too perfect, as it turned out.
    “It may be difficult to believe, but I have better things to do than plot against you.” Just not enough to stop from putting herself smack in the middle of Bryce and Dante. And it wasn’t the first time.
    Bryce crossed his arms, looking every inch the hard-ass lawyer. “Then what’s this about?”
    “I’m just trying to preserve the peace.”
    Her natural instinct to smooth ruffled feathers and play peacekeeper was why her father and uncle had made her the head of the firm’s public relations, among other things, leaving her to liaise with the different offices and agencies they coordinated with on various cases.
    “By preventing your brother from talking to me? The ass?” Bryce tacked on.
    Okay, clearly he had overheard her. She didn’t offer an apology, though. That would mean she didn’t really believe it. A few hours of truce didn’t change who he was.
    “I can’t imagine what I’ve done to piss your brother off this time.”
    Since it couldn’t hurt to test Riley’s theory, she leaned against the railing, settling in for a few minutes. “My sister thinks it’s because of what you were doing.”
    “You’re going to need to get a bit more specific.”
    “She thinks you may have been…” Why did it sound so stupid now that she was about to say it out loud? Bryce couldn’t really have been staring at her, and Dante wouldn’t have