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this unscheduled transformation became permanent? He thought of the gun locked in the nightstand drawer and cursed. Vance wouldn't want to remain a werewolf. He'd rather die. Could Daniel bring himself to battle the wolf to the death—again?
No.
"Vance! Come on.” He thrust himself deeper into the dark recesses of the park, tensed when he heard a siren and flinched at the sharp crack of a twig. “Vance?"
"Oh, God! Daniel!"
"Vance."
His brother lurched through the trees, naked and shivering, his hands and face bloody. He fell at Daniel's feet. “Emilie?” he croaked out the word, retched, and gasped. “Did I hurt her?"
"She'll be all right.” He hoped. “Come on. Take my shirt. Let's get you home."
Daniel yanked off his T-shirt and helped Vance pull it over his head.
"I ate a pigeon,” Vance said miserably, staggering to his feet.
Nodding, Daniel threw his arm across his brother's shoulders. “Coulda been worse."
"What if this happens every night now? I can't let Bethany see me. You'll have to tell her something. Tell her I had to leave town. Tell her—God, Daniel."
"Don't worry. We'll fix it. I promise."
CHAPTER 10
Emilie surveyed the magickal arsenal she'd spread out on her kitchen table. Spell reversal was a tricky business that sometimes required a “reversal of the reversal” to get it right.
I should call everyone together. The voice of reason droned in her head as she packed her assembled ingredients into a satchel. I can't do this alone .
"But Daniel wants anonymity. I can't betray Vance,” she argued aloud. The painful scratches on her shoulder and back twinged as a reminder, that once again, she'd gotten in over her head.
All the training she'd had, the years of following her mother's and grandmother's instructions to the letter, should have made her a first-class witch. Where had she gone wrong? Why didn't things turn out perfectly for her the way they did for Charlotte and Audra and all the members of her coven? Even her own protection amulet had failed her tonight. And worse, she'd failed Vance. Assuming he and Daniel would ever speak to her again, could she find a way to fix her mistake?
She sighed deeply and shoved a bundle of sage into her satchel. “Pity party is officially over, Em,” she said. Get your act together—now!
The doorbell punctuated the end of her self-recriminations.
Emilie grabbed the satchel and slung it over her shoulder, cringing at the pain from the scratches. She shifted the heavy bag to her other shoulder and headed for the door.
Daniel stood outside, his handsome features sallow in the yellow glow of the porch light. Dirt smudged his shirt, and he smelled like damp grass and musky male. Emilie berated herself for the stab of desire she felt. This wasn't the time to get horny.
"How's Vance?” she croaked.
"He's fine. He changed back and I got him home before anyone saw us."
Without invitation, he stepped over the threshold and grasped her upper arms. For the briefest second, she feared he would shake her or berate her for screwing up so badly with the spell.
Instead, he hugged her. “Are you all right?” His rough voice sent a shiver down the center of her back.
"Yes ... um ... I'm fine.” For a moment, she indulged herself with a deep breath of his scent and the warmth of his arms. God he smelled so good, like night air. When he let her go, she stumbled backward a step and dropped the satchel. “I've got everything I should need to undo the separation spell. Then we can start from scratch."
He lowered his head and fixed her with a dark gaze. Its intensity frightened her a little.
Her pulse raced and she looked away. “I'm sorry about how things turned out. I went over everything and I don't know where I went wrong but I'll—"
"You put me in a bad position tonight."
Here it comes, she thought, bracing for a battle. But she had no strength left. “Vance doesn't blame you, does he? I'm not trying to make excuses but—"
"That's not what
No.
"Vance! Come on.” He thrust himself deeper into the dark recesses of the park, tensed when he heard a siren and flinched at the sharp crack of a twig. “Vance?"
"Oh, God! Daniel!"
"Vance."
His brother lurched through the trees, naked and shivering, his hands and face bloody. He fell at Daniel's feet. “Emilie?” he croaked out the word, retched, and gasped. “Did I hurt her?"
"She'll be all right.” He hoped. “Come on. Take my shirt. Let's get you home."
Daniel yanked off his T-shirt and helped Vance pull it over his head.
"I ate a pigeon,” Vance said miserably, staggering to his feet.
Nodding, Daniel threw his arm across his brother's shoulders. “Coulda been worse."
"What if this happens every night now? I can't let Bethany see me. You'll have to tell her something. Tell her I had to leave town. Tell her—God, Daniel."
"Don't worry. We'll fix it. I promise."
CHAPTER 10
Emilie surveyed the magickal arsenal she'd spread out on her kitchen table. Spell reversal was a tricky business that sometimes required a “reversal of the reversal” to get it right.
I should call everyone together. The voice of reason droned in her head as she packed her assembled ingredients into a satchel. I can't do this alone .
"But Daniel wants anonymity. I can't betray Vance,” she argued aloud. The painful scratches on her shoulder and back twinged as a reminder, that once again, she'd gotten in over her head.
All the training she'd had, the years of following her mother's and grandmother's instructions to the letter, should have made her a first-class witch. Where had she gone wrong? Why didn't things turn out perfectly for her the way they did for Charlotte and Audra and all the members of her coven? Even her own protection amulet had failed her tonight. And worse, she'd failed Vance. Assuming he and Daniel would ever speak to her again, could she find a way to fix her mistake?
She sighed deeply and shoved a bundle of sage into her satchel. “Pity party is officially over, Em,” she said. Get your act together—now!
The doorbell punctuated the end of her self-recriminations.
Emilie grabbed the satchel and slung it over her shoulder, cringing at the pain from the scratches. She shifted the heavy bag to her other shoulder and headed for the door.
Daniel stood outside, his handsome features sallow in the yellow glow of the porch light. Dirt smudged his shirt, and he smelled like damp grass and musky male. Emilie berated herself for the stab of desire she felt. This wasn't the time to get horny.
"How's Vance?” she croaked.
"He's fine. He changed back and I got him home before anyone saw us."
Without invitation, he stepped over the threshold and grasped her upper arms. For the briefest second, she feared he would shake her or berate her for screwing up so badly with the spell.
Instead, he hugged her. “Are you all right?” His rough voice sent a shiver down the center of her back.
"Yes ... um ... I'm fine.” For a moment, she indulged herself with a deep breath of his scent and the warmth of his arms. God he smelled so good, like night air. When he let her go, she stumbled backward a step and dropped the satchel. “I've got everything I should need to undo the separation spell. Then we can start from scratch."
He lowered his head and fixed her with a dark gaze. Its intensity frightened her a little.
Her pulse raced and she looked away. “I'm sorry about how things turned out. I went over everything and I don't know where I went wrong but I'll—"
"You put me in a bad position tonight."
Here it comes, she thought, bracing for a battle. But she had no strength left. “Vance doesn't blame you, does he? I'm not trying to make excuses but—"
"That's not what
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