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dream of the beautiful brown eyed woman.
    There was something about her that seemed to set his soul on fire. He had wondered often in the years since he had begun dreaming of her, if she was his Fatum Anima. Maybe she was somewhere, even now, calling out to him.
    Wherever she was and whatever she was doing he would find her. If only to stop his sleepless nights he would seek her out. Loki nodded to himself; that was just what he would do once he collected his mother from Washington. Then he would seek out this mortal that kept him up at night. Would he claim her as his mate? Loki shook his head. Of course he wouldn’t. But he would keep her as his pet, just as mortals should be kept.

Chapter 8:
    Chantelle paced back and forth in her room, wondering if she should call Arabella. She really had been worried about her friend for some time. It wasn’t like her not to call for weeks on end. Picking up her cell phone, Chantelle dialed her number. One ring... Two rings…five rings.
    “Hi, you’ve reached Hell’s Bells; sorry I can’t answer right now. I’m either running from badasses, or fighting them. So please leave a message after the beep.”
    Chantelle waited for the beep and then said, “Bells, it’s been over two weeks. Where are you? Hey, a lot of things have happened. Call me.”
    She didn’t need to tell her who, or give her a number to call back. Arabella would know; that was her thing. She just knew. It made her a hot commodity amongst the world of Halflings.
    Though ever since they had graduated from the Academy Bells has been on the run, but her encounters with immortals took place long before either of them went to the Academy. When Arabella was ten she saved the life of an immortal, she refused to tell anyone who it had been. Ever since she had been thrown into a world that few humans knew about.
    Her cell chose that moment to ring and bring her out of her thoughts. The opening guitar riffs of Witchy Woman by the Eagles sounded loud in her quiet room and a smile crossed Chantelle’s lips.
    “Where the hell have you been?”
    “Well, gee it’s nice to hear your voice too.” Bells sounded out of breath.
    Chantelle didn’t like the sound of her voice; there was tension behind her words. So much that Chantelle could feel her unease right through the phone. She was running again, of that Chantelle was sure. But from who or what that was another story all together, no one really knew for sure what kept Arabella on the run.
    “What kind of trouble are you in now?”
    “Umm... well I might be running from some sicko who thinks I’m his mate.”
    Running from her mate? Why the hell would she do that? He was the only one who would be able to protect her. Lord knows, she needed protecting. Arabella was the child of a prophecy; a dark prophecy. One that said only Bells had the power enough to see the outcome of a great battle that was meant to happen sometime in the future. So needless to say the good guys wanted her safe and the bad guys wanted her dead.
    It was as simple as that. Or at least that was how she had explained it when they were last together. But now, Chantelle wasn’t so sure. She had spoken to Clotho and knew that there was more to all of this than Bells had let on.
    “Why the hell are you running from him?”
    Arabella wanted to laugh at her friend’s question. Soon, Chantelle wouldn’t be acting so incredulous. She just needed to wait and see. Her Fatum Anima would be coming soon and then the shoe would be on the other foot.
    Besides Father Dugan wasn’t her mate and she was not going back to that hell he called a playroom ever again. She would find a way to end her life if he caught her again. Arabella couldn’t even think about what such an action on her part would do to her mate. She needed to remember what a year in the priest’s playroom had done to her and nothing else.
    She wasn’t about to tell Chantelle what kind of trouble she was in. Knowing her friend the way she did, she