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treasured those lifetimes.”   He faced her once again.   Now his chin tipped down and his gaze became meek.   “I’ve missed you.”
    The words weren’t resonating with her.   She sensed darkness from him.   It was as if his aura was choking her in black smoke.  
    “Votan hasn’t learned his lesson.   He still treats you as his property.   He’s a brute.   He’s always been.   Then there’s Maximon.   He was very serious with another woman before you arrived.   Jerrica.   He was going to ask her to marry him.   Your goddess self disrupted this as a matter of whim.   It wasn’t fair to him, or that poor girl.”
    “It wasn’t whim.”
    He tilted his head sideways and spoke gently.   “I’m sorry to say it was.   You’ve been alternating between Votan and Maximon for the last ten lifetimes.   This time you couldn’t decide, so you bonded with them both.   You’d been thinking about doing that for several lifetimes now.   You finally took the plunge.”
    Her face twisted in disgust.   Was that really it?   Was she really that petty game player Votan had described?
    “It hasn’t worked out.   You’ve alienated them both.   The right thing to do is to break your bond with both of them.”
    “Both of them?”
    “Votan wants his goddess.   He’ll force you to become her regardless of what you want.   Maximon deserves to return to bliss he had before you disrupted his life.”   He reached for her with a black gloved hand.   Michelle cringed as his fingers connected to her cheek.   “Bond with me.   I’m here, without your mark on my spirit, and yet still—painfully—in love with you.   I can help you break your bond with both of them.”   His voice grew lilting.   “We can have a beautiful life in my Manhattan condo.   I’m just as wealthy as the two of them.   And I have work for you.   It’s a marketing degree, right?   I can put you in the top advertising company in New York .”
    Michelle strained her neck to try to get his hand off her face.
    “We could have a beautiful life together.   You wouldn’t have the strife of trying to reconcile two men who hate each other—who will resent you for forcing them into that situation.   Votan already does.   Maximon will too once he realizes you’re responsible for it all.   Come away with me instead, Ixchel.   I’ll treat you as my equal.   We’ll thrive together.”
    “This is how you treat an equal?   Chaining them up?”
    The corner of his red eye twitched.   “I explained that.”
    “I’m not going to attack you.   Let me loose.”
    Now his brows lowered by a tiny margin.   It was enough for her to notice the cruelty in his eyes.
    “Tell me your thoughts first.   I’ve laid my heart bare to you.   I’m aching to know your answer.”
    Her gut was wrenched with her fear, but anger gave her the strength to challenge him.  
    “Not.   Interested.”
    His voice dropped an octave.   “Why not?”
    “Who do you think you’re kidding?   You and I were never lovers.   I can’t stand to be near you.”
    He spun away from her to pace a short distance.   “You prefer your harem?   It shouldn’t surprise me.   You always were a whore.”
    Oh, fuck.   She tried to squeeze her hands through the metal loops.
    “You don’t think my dick is as good as theirs?”   He strode back and yanked her top off.
    “Don’t touch me!”
    Her naked breasts made her face and chest redden.   She struggled with every ounce of her strength.
    Caquix shoved his hand into her bikini bottom.   Michelle screamed.   He rubbed against the hood of her sex.
    “I bet I could make you come.   From what I’ve seen, you’re a nymphomaniac.”
    “I’ll kill you, you fucking creep!”  
    She couldn’t bear more than a few seconds of violation.   She shifted to her jaguar form.   Then it was as if she fell through the restraints and the gravel beneath her.   She landed on all fours on top of her stream.