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“Snappy, ravenous thing, with huge fangs…” Connor announced with a smirk on his lips and a large book of shadows tucked under his arm.

“I know you are, but what are you doing with Cassandra’s book?” Vicky said.

She knew the book reasonably well. It was a pet project of hers and she liked to scan it in her downtime.

It was part book of shadows and part riddle me this…

“It found me…” Connor offered cryptically.

“You were lost?”

“Funny.”

“I thought so,” Vicky tossed up a shoulder. “Explain.”

“It was this little sucker that was making all that noise,” Connor shrugged and Vicky took a long, deep breath in and slowly let it out.

“The book?”

“Yes.”

“That book under your arm?”

“The very same book,” Connor turned his head to the side and gave her a teasing look…

“Explain – more.”

“It had jumped onto the floor…”

“Jumped?”

“Tossed itself. Tried committing suicide by throwing itself from…”

“Connor!” Vicky bit out.

“I have no clue, my love. It was on the floor, crawling towards…”

“Oh Goddess! Crawling?” Vicky had heard enough.

With a shake of her head she turned on her heels and stalked away from her mate.

Connor rolled his eyes in his head and stepped out into the hallway. He secured the room and followed on after her…

“Sure, get me in trouble with the royal witch-i-ness pain in my…” Connor bit out…

“I can hear you!” Vicky called back over her shoulder.

“Just testing your hearing, my love,” Connor grinned to himself.

His mate was formidable – and he loved it.

 

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Zana didn’t need help to get where she was going. She didn’t need a map or a photograph of the one that she was looking for – she had her magic and the talisman that the watchers had given her. It hung around her neck and reminded her of its presence in between the swell of her breasts.

Zana tooled the pickup truck along the mountain road and followed her instincts and her magic. The buzz from the talisman was getting stronger, and she knew that she was getting closer to finding him…

She noted the cabins in the distance. Took a sharp turn onto the bumpy, barely there, roadway that had been rudely cut and trampled into the dirt.

She was so damn close that she could almost taste it.

The truck sped along, bumping and jarring from the uneven earth and the suspension that protested in no uncertain terms. She didn’t care about the truck or its owner. It was his penance for killing her bike.

She noted the front door that opened as she drew closer to the first cabin…

Zana dismissed the tall, dark, and handsome shifter that stepped outside into the air and she kept on going … he wasn’t the one…

Her magic pulled her on.

She drove by the next cabin, and the next – and then a damn wolf shot out into her path and she hit the brakes at the same time as she yanked the steering wheel to the left…

Zana cursed hard. She’d somehow managed to miss the wolf by a breath, but she wasn’t best pleased as the truck screeched to a standstill…

“What the hell is it with these shifters…?” she muttered, kicking open the driver’s door and turning in the leather seat to drop down to her booted feet against the earth.

Sword in hand – she eyed the wolf that had stopped in its tracks and turned back towards her…

The talisman between her breasts started to emit a pulsing heat…

“You…” she muttered as she started towards the beast with the red eyes…

 

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“Witch…” George growled at the scent in the air. His beast was not happy…

The damn witch had almost driven right into him, and the weapon that she was carrying in her right hand said that she wanted more than to just apologise for her mistake…

George’s wolf growled a long, hard warning…

It had the urge to taste the witch upon its fangs, and George couldn’t really argue with that.

After all, his beast was mainly in control now…