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thinner trunk of the treetop starts to bend beneath our combined weight.
    “Leave me alone and find a new witch,” I say firmly. “I’m going home.” I scoot over to keep from touching his body, his scent and strength something I’m not prepared to handle, even on our second meeting.
    “This is your home now.” He draws his head abreast of mine and pauses. “I do not know what they tell you when you leave the edge of the world, but you will stay with me in Black Moon Draw.”
    The tree creaks in warning, but his eyes have me riveted in place.
    Wow.
    Large and deep set, they’re flickering between foggy gray and the entrancing color of the depths of the ocean, a mix of blue, with splashes of green and purple, depending on how the light hits them. His jaw is heavy and forehead broad, his dark hair mussed from the animal-head, flat cheeks and gold-bronze skin.
    His features are as chiseled as the abs brushing my knee, heavy and masculine, every part of him hard and planed. He was created to be the ultimate warrior from the intelligent gleam in his multi-hued eyes to the way he manages to balance himself on the balls of his feet, ten yards off the ground. Not handsome in the Calvin Klein sense, he’s striking, powerful, commanding, and capable of arresting people with a single look.
    I really wish I didn’t know Disney Princess existed.
    I like my space and he’s all up in it, but something about him makes me not mind. Maybe it’s the brownies or the fact I’ve never seen a man this good looking and sexy – and probably never will again. Awkward around men, I can’t help wanting to be different this time around. What do I have to lose?
    The silence between us kills me. It’s tense enough that my face grows hot. His direct, commanding gaze makes me claustrophobic again. If I don’t break the silence, I’m going to start babbling nervously.
    “I like your head,” I say, and then kick myself mentally. “I mean, you have a real head.”
    His eyes narrow, as if he thinks I’m messing with him. “They enhance our senses in battle.”
    “Oh.” I clear my throat, my face so hot, it feels like it’s going to explode. I want to fidget.
    And then I recall something that manages to crush most of my embarrassment and the attraction that’s making me want to slip him my phone number. “ You chopped off my hand! What were you thinking?”
    “You are a battle-witch.” He says it slowly, clearly. “You belong to me.”
    The ferocity of those four words makes my insides light on fire. Who doesn’t want to be owned by a man like this?
    You can have me. Shaking my head, I regain control of myself. “You can’t go around chopping off people’s hands. Where I come from, it’s not tolerated.”
    “It grew back.”
    “I don’t care! It’s a horrible thing to do!”
    His eyes flash gray. I have a feeling he’s not used to people telling him what to do. I can’t have him chopping off body parts at random to prove points, though.
    “Very well. I’ll spare you further dismemberment,” he says finally with some reluctance.
    “Thank you.” My heart is hopping around in my chest. I can hardly move without touching him. I’m not sure if I want to or if I should push him out of the tree.
    “You’ve never been to battle,” he observes.
    “Of course not.”
    “You’ve never seen men die.”
    I say nothing, averting my gaze. I’ve been purposely not thinking about what I saw in the field. I can’t process being in a different world – and people dying. I don’t think he’ll respect someone who views battle the way I do, as something truly terrible. I can’t witness people losing arms, legs, and heads. I’ve got a squishy heart. I fall in love too fast and never recover when it’s over.
    “No, I haven’t,” I reply quietly.
    “Know this, witch. I protect all that is mine with my life. In return, I require only three things from you: the truth, your loyalty, and absolute obedience. You need not fear