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and made him feel as if a vital part of him had been drained and asleep, and was now waking.
    Soul mirror.
    The thought stunned him, and he rejected it. In the soulmirror couples so far, the tattoos on the witch hunter came to life, giving the hunter real wings and acting as a kind of familiar for the witch and helping her control her high magic. The way to find out if they were soul mirrors was usually for the hunter to touch the witch’s blood, and the wing tattoo recognized his soul mirror.
    But Roxy was latent. She wasn’t his soul mirror. Hell, Kieran was a product of magic. When his mother had been pregnant with him, she’d taken the Tear to a fertility witch and had her do a spell to call the soul of a dragon into him. When he’d started drawing dragons as soon as he could hold a crayon, his mother said it worked. Key had always known the dragon was there, even knew his name: Dyfyr. It was like his hand or his foot, just there.
    But he soon came to understand that he was a freak of magic, produced by a powerful Dragon Tear, a mother obsessed with immortality, and an unscrupulous fertility witch. A monster. Not the stuff of soul mirrors. No way in hell was he unleashing this dragon on any woman. The creature, when he surfaced, was furious.
    Besides, soul mirrors exchanged sex and blood, and formed a bond. A relationship. Key didn’t do relationships—he had destroyed people he loved or loved him. While dying, his mother blamed him for not saving her, though he never knew how he was supposed to when she wouldn’t take the Tear off. Then there was Vivian, their baby
    He shut it down before the old guilt suffocated him. No, he didn’t sign up for that kind of grief. He could endure any physical pain. He’d had enough practice thanks to his father and Liam, so he knew how to survive that. But he wouldn’t allow himself to destroy another woman.
    His mind was in a turmoil trying to sort it all out. And yet his gaze returned to Roxy, sliding down her back, over that full ass and the length of her legs. His groin tightened, and the need to touch her ached in his chest. Sex he could do, but she didn’t want it. At the very least, he had to make sure she was safe. Finish this signing while Phoenix and Ailish were out sniffing around town seeing if they could get any information on Liam.
    Vivian flashed in his mind again, her skin so pale, her lips gray as he held her. He’d been desperate to save her, but it had been hopeless. His hatred of Liam burst like a firework finale in his head. Being an artist, his mind redrew the scene so it was Roxy’s face
    Low complaints cut into his thoughts.
    “Hey!” said a woman dressed as Princess Leia.
    “Wait your turn!” demanded a storm trooper.
    “You can’t cut in line!” a slave girl shouted from farther back in the line.
    Key spotted the two troublemakers. They were in their early twenties; one had on a black hoodie and a bulge in his front waistband. Gun. The second man was hauling a duffel bag.
    “Beat it, kid.” Hoodie shoved the approximately thirteen-year-old boy from the front of the line.
    “But I was in line!” The kid was about five foot two and had on a Dyfyr hat over his shaggy brown hair, along with a too-big, black T-shirt, baggy camo pants tucked in sad-looking boots.
    “Get lost.” The other man dropped a stack of comic books on the table. “Do your thing, dude.”
    His tat went hot. The rage wanted to boil up and out of him. It was the kid
    Key only had to look at him to see he’d had a life of being pushed around.
    On top of that, he knew what the thugs were doing, getting the comics and graphic books signed to sell online. They were bullying and intimidating all the authors into doing it.
    “The boy was next,” Key said, threading steel into his voice.
    Hoodie lifted his sweatshirt to reveal the gun. “Sign them, asshole.”
    Key dropped his Sharpie on the table. “Can’t. Got a cramp in my hand.” He scanned the line of fans, saw they sensed trouble and moved back a few