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"You’ve said that a lot today"

He didn’t knohy he’d touched her He had no right There were no strong wizards or good witches she could go to in the city

She must have been very desperate and afraid to co to put that fear to rest

He followed her down the narrow hallway A picture on the wall of his uncle Arthur reflected oddly in the doraph showed Arthur with a disapproving look on his stern features The camera had never captured him without that look, not once in his 443 years of life Nevertheless, Dayne felt the old rave, how far Dayne’s humanity had slipped in recent decades

Greta race, each step precise It was difficult to understand how normal huic pulsing off her, just as intoxicating as the last time he’d felt it thirty years before with Jaden

It called to hied him to take a taste of that raw natural power, that elusive soic users just didn’t have

A sorcerer, witch, or wizard just kne to ic around theic

He kept to the corners of the roo an old trick he’d learned in his apprenticeship days to round It wasn’t full invisibility, more like unobtrusiveness

He wasn’t sure of its effectiveness on a shapeshifter, but at least it would keep his presence fro her further

He had to restrain hie and drank it straight from the carton At first, the restraint was because she was no doubt spreading ger else as he felt hirow hard

A few drops of the creamy white liquid dribbled around the sides of the carton and down her chin and long neck She arched back, and some of the liquid dripped down to dampen her shirt

She rill for dinner the next day He couldn’t bring himself to protest as he watched her carefully unwrap therawseen in a traveling freak show, but soed to make an act that e

When she’d finished, she due and stretched her aruidly over her head She paused by the door on her way out of the kitchen "Goodnight, Dayne," she practically purred

He shed the useless glamour "Nice kitties don’t tease"

"I never said I was a nice kitty Nice sorcerers don’t stalk"

"There are no nice sorcerers"

He frowned as the confidence slipped off her face like a uest roolance, the spell she’d woven broken

He didn’t knohat kind of ga, but he was disappointed to be the winner

Chapter Five

VER the days that followed, a routine and tentative truce Ofor Greta and tried to stop suspecting her of trying to destroy him Mostly he suspected Jaden He’d once allowed Jaden’s ht of everything he’d learned as a sorcerer, soain noith Greta

Jaden had been beneficial in her way The slaughter in the tribe’s sacred space had ensured the reputation he now enjoyed It was a reputation he’d cultivated and cared for like a garden full of delicate seedlings The consolation prize for losing the girl

Overall, it had significantly reduced the hassle in his life Now everything was "Yes, Mr Wickham," "No, Mr Wickham," "Please don’t kill me, Mr Wickham" That suited him fine

Whatever Jaden’s plan now, Greta at least believed she needed to be saved And he needed blood What was it they said about a gift horse?

He’d h to feed an army Weres had quite the metabolism She could pack it away, but where she put it all, he had no idea