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“Oh look, my takeaway has arrived…” Nathaniel said as Morgana walked in through the front door of her shop and dumped her keys down on the counter top.

“Funny.” She glared at him. “So, breaking and entering…?” she motioned towards the back door.

“I have my skills.”

“That’s not exactly an apology…”

“Didn’t know I needed to give you one … depending on the one that we’re talking about…” his eyes flared at the thought of them together, and the suggestive remark made the colour hit her cheeks. “Ha! I can see right through your glamour, little witch.”

Nathaniel informed her and Morgana was taken aback…

“No you can’t…”

“Actually, Miss rosy red cheeks, yes I can.” His eyes were alive with devilishness and his tone was teasing. “Guess you won’t be needing that amulet anymore…”

Morgana’s hand flew to the pendent between her breasts and his eyes followed. She felt the heat of fire within her cheeks and as his eyes climbed up her body; he saw it too.

“Red hot…” he teased, reaching out and touching her cheek with just his fingertips… “On fire.”

“That’s not possible…” Morgana bit back.

“I’ve tasted your blood, ergo, the very essence of you. We have a bond, a link, a connection that transcends magic tricks…” He gloried in that knowledge and their new reality.

“So, you came here for a top up?” Morgana bit out.

“I came here to invite you to dinner tonight…”

“Mine, or yours?” She bit back.

“Ours.”

“There’s safety in numbers…” Morgana said and watched him frown.

“Not Julian again…” he grumbled.

“Everyone. I think we should lay the last few days to rest, bury the hatchet…”

“In whose head?”

“Yours, if you annoy me…” she muttered.

“And so the pain of monogamy begins…” he groaned back.

“I know you, Nathaniel…”

“Not yet, but sooner rather than later … being my one true…”

“Don’t say it!” Morgana lifted her hand and held it up in front of his face, palm against his nose.

“Smells good…” he teased and she snatched her hand away.

“Too soon?” He grinned.

“You followed me to Maxi’s…” her words sounded more than accusing.

“Guilty as sin…” his eyes flared and sparkled with amusement.

“You heard her…?”

“Nothing I didn’t already know.” His voice held that melodic sing-song quality that annoyed her so. “I tasted you – remember?”

“Back to the others…” she said.

“Now who’s deflecting?”

“You’ll be curious about the Professor and his database…”

“The watchers. It has a perverted ring to it, don’t you think?” He teased once more and she sighed at his lack of seriousness.

“Leave them alone…”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m asking…”

“Ah, as my one true…”

“Say it and I swear I will stake you.” Morgana bit out, and from the look of her he was sure that she meant it.

He twisted his head on his neck and regarded her with such scrutiny that she blushed once more…

“Ha! I love how you blush …” he teased and she looked as if she was chewing a wasp… “It’s just that I’ve never seen it before…”

“I don’t have to feed you, vampire…” Morgana warned him.

“True…” he shrugged one shoulder back at her. “But desiccating ruins the skin…”

“Will you just…?” She huffed and dropped her head forward on her neck. “Can you not be serious for one minute?”

“Ok,” he looked at the imaginary watch on his wrist. “Time starts now…”

“Leave the watchers alone.”

“Done. For now.” He rolled his eyes to the ceiling and back down to her…

“Don’t say that word…”

“What word?”

“The word…”

“The word?”

“The M word.”

“Oh, you mean…?”

Morgana zapped him good and hard and the man bit down on the pain that flowed through him.

“Got it.” He bit out and felt her magic pull away.

“Leave Maxi alone.”

“Did she have something to do with her sister in laws attack on us?”

“No.”

“Then she doesn’t have to worry.” He shot back.

“Don’t try to do more than take my blood…”

“Oh, would you look at that? Time’s up…” Nathaniel said with glee. “Serious me is history and I’m back!”

“Oh – goodie.” Morgana bit out. “Now get out of here so I can do some work – you’re enough to scare off the witches.”

“Little old me? Scare people? Never.” He teased.

“And do not hang around outside my shop.”

“But, I thought we agreed that I’m stalky vampire now…”

“I never agreed to anything. And as your one true … that thing we’re not saying … I can decided when to feed you and when to leave you wanting. You wanna be wanting?” she glared at him.

“Fine. Not outside the shop…” Nathaniel tossed back as he headed towards the front door. “I’ll be up on the roof…”

“Nathaniel!” Morgana bit out, but the door was already swinging closed.

She dropped her head on her neck and sighed.

“You still have that creepy watcher guy next door!” Nathaniel said, popping his head and shoulders back in for the last word, but by the time she turned; he was gone again.

“A creepy watcher guy next door and an even creepier vampire on the damn roof…” she sighed…

The door flew open again and she turned to give the vampire a mouthful… Claudia rushed in; grinning like an idiot with sheer excitement written all over her face…

“Oh – my – God!” she gushed. “So you’re a real witch!”