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but despite its faults, there were
spots of wondrous beauty. He’d lived centuries there and when he’d left, he
hadn’t known how he would survive cut off from his own.
    But survive he did in this chaotic, loud, brash world. He’d
traveled the globe and found places he enjoyed. Never somewhere to belong,
though. Not until he’d come to this city six months ago and seen a witch across
a crowded bar.
    Alina was his past. Mikayla, his present.
    Which woman would be his future?
    “Stay here,” he ordered her. He saw the surprise in her eyes
as he strode from the room but didn’t pause.
    He needed answers and there was only one person who could
give them to him.
    * * * * *
    Mikayla grabbed the blue sheets on her bed and ripped them
off the mattress, tossing them into the waiting pile of laundry.
    His fiancée. Ciar had a damn fiancée. And she’d never known.
She didn’t know anything about her lover. Not really. And when she’d had the
chance to start learning more, a beautiful fiancée showed up.
    Just her freaking luck.
    Mikayla balled the pillowcase in her hands with vicious
glee. It wasn’t like she could blame anyone but herself. She’d asked her
sisters to help. Hell, Alina probably was the key to freeing Ciar. She should
be rejoicing. But the other woman’s presence meant only one thing, that she was
about to lose her lover.
    “Cleaning?” a gruff voice asked.
    Mikayla dropped the sheet and whirled to face the doorway.
Ciar leaned against the frame, watching her.
    “Hey,” she said, her heart thundering at the sight of him.
    He pushed himself off the wall before sauntering into her
room. His eyes flickered over the stripped bed before coming back to her. “You
owe me some explanations.”
    “Yeah,” she agreed. “I do.”
    Ciar prowled closer to her, stepping over the soiled sheets
without ever looking away from her.
    “I didn’t know you’d been engaged.” The words were out
before she could call them back.
    His smile held no humor. “It’s not a happy chapter of my
life.”
    “Alina’s beautiful,” she said with a shrug. Surely any man
would be happy with that woman as his wife.
    Ciar moved to her side, wrapping a hand around her waist.
When he touched her, his face relaxed as if a weight had been lifted from his
shoulders. “For decades that was the only thing I noticed about her.”
    “What changed?”
    He shook his head. “She proved what sort of demon she truly
was. In my world, Mikayla, power means everything. She found a man who had more
of it to offer than I.”
    She cupped his face between her palms. “Idiot woman.”
    Ciar leaned forward and drew his lips along hers in a
teasing touch. “Why is she here?”
    “I thought she could help us break the spell.”
    He moved back slightly. “Demon magic is not the same as
witch magic. They aren’t compatible.”
    “That’s not why we need her.”
    “Then why? Help me understand this, Mikayla.”
    She opened her mouth to explain about the spell before
snapping it shut. She’d planned on telling him everything, truly she had, but
standing here before him she wondered for the first time if that was the worst
thing she could do. Ciar was a warrior. He fought to control his own fate. If
she told him he was forced to fall in love, he’d resist with everything he had.
    But if the emotion developed naturally, without his guard
up, he had a chance. A real chance. He could fall in love without his stubborn
nature getting the better of him. If he knew the truth, he might never be free
from the spell.
    Pain spiraled through her chest. She couldn’t tell him what
he needed to know and he’d see it as one more betrayal on the steadily growing
list.
    “Tell me,” he said, his voice soft. “Whatever is going on,
we can figure it out together.”
    If only that were so , she thought. But she’d gotten
him into this mess and she’d get him out, regardless of the cost to her.
    Placing a hand on his shoulder, she pushed him back.
    Ciar