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impression.”
    “Bad timing, that’s all.”
    Darrak raked a hand through his unruly hair. “I’m going to go next door to see Nancy for another donut and I’ll give you some privacy to do your work. We’ll talk later.”
    She was about to argue, but she closed her mouth. He was right. Now was not the right time to plunge back into a ravishment in the middle of the office. The moment had passed.
    She nodded. “Later.”
    Later they’d do many things. One of which, although Darrak didn’t know it yet, was for Eden to break his curse first thing tomorrow morning.
    Forget “too good to be true.” She’d managed to remove the spell with a slightly darker shade to her amulet as the only glitch. She was feeling a renewed sense of confidence.
    Maybe their luck was finally on an upswing.
    It could happen.
     
     
    Ben waited at his house for Sandy to arrive. And she finally did, knocking on his front door. He went to answer it and let the blonde witch inside. She immediately threw her arms around him and kissed him.
    He’d had a lot of time to think about what he overheard in Oliver’s office today. It was possible Sandy was being coerced to act that way. It was also possible she was playing along in order to save her own neck. He was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.
    “How are you?” he asked very seriously, watching for any telltale sign that she was in distress.
    “I’m great.” She smiled brightly. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”
    “I guess we’ve both been busy.” Sandy had slept over a couple of nights last week, but this week they’d only seen each other in passing at the Malleus headquarters.
    “We need to spend more time with each other.”
    “I couldn’t agree more. You sure you’re okay, Sandy?”
    She cocked her head. “I honestly can’t say I’ve ever felt better. Things are finally coming together for me, Ben.”
    “Glad to hear it.” So far, even with his trained eye, he couldn’t tell if she was being truthful. His gaze moved to her chest. “New necklace?”
    She pressed her fingers against the gray pendant hanging on a silver chain. “It’s a witch thing.”
    “Haven’t seen it before. It helps you do magic?”
    “Something like that.” Her smile widened. “But enough about me. I brought you something.”
    “Oh? What is it?”
    “Some soup I made special for you. Chicken noodle.”
    He took the Tupperware bowl from her. The soup was still warm, filled with chicken, noodles and—according to the conversation he’d heard earlier—a large helping of love potion.
    His stomach sank. He’d hoped she wasn’t trying to deceive him, but his confidence was slipping with every moment she stood in front of him with that shiny smile on her face.
    Her words from earlier replayed in his head:
    “He’s a noble guy. Stupid, stubborn, and boring, but very noble.”
    He might be noble, stubborn, and boring, but he was far from stupid.
    Ben forced a smile and placed it down on the glass table next to his leather couch. “Smells delicious. Thank you. I’ll have it for dinner later.”
    She nodded. “Good. Make sure to think of me when you take your first spoonful.”
    “I’m always thinking of you, Sandy.”
    Her smile widened. “Oh, Ben, what did I do to deserve somebody like you?”
    You were assigned the task of making me fall in love with you so the Malleus could use that weakness to keep me in line.
    He’d grown very fond of Sandy since he’d first met her, but love was something he didn’t feel for the witch. Especially not at this very moment.
    Disappointment and betrayal, yes. Love? No thanks.
    “Fate,” he said instead. “It works in mysterious ways.”
    She looked back at the door. “I can’t stay, I’ve got so many things to do today.”
    “Listen, Sandy, before you go, can I ask you a question?”
    “Sure.”
    “The angel in the basement of the Malleus. He’s still there—it’s been over two weeks now. He has red hair, and his