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“This won’t be a real party until he arrives.”
    She didn’t bother to reveal she’d told
Michael to take a hike. Well, not in those exact words, but close
enough. “Why do you need me? I don’t have anything to do with all
this.”
    “Oh, but you do. You’re the sacrifice.”
Samael didn’t even bother to sugarcoat his intended evil act. “I’ve
been waiting for a descendent of the witch. Every fool who sat in
my chair fell short, but not you. I felt the energy humming through
your veins. With your blood, I’ll finally be released from this
hell.”
    Mr. Donner drew closer to the gate, his eyes
focused on Samael. “You forget Samael that Michael can use her
blood, too.”
    “Hold on one moment,” Clarity spoke up.
“Blood? My blood? I don’t think so.” She bolted, using the fog for
cover. She might not be able to use the entrance gate, but there
had to be another way out of here.

Chapter Four
     
    Michael took the path away from the front
gate, intending to wait for Samael at the old caretaker’s house.
They would fight. The curse forbade them to do otherwise, and the
fight would be to the death. Only they were dead, were they not?
Frozen in time and let loose only on Halloween night to repeat
their fight. They couldn’t leave the grounds. He had walked the
boundaries, looking for a loophole, but there were none. He had
paid for Mary’s death over and over again, but still it would not
bring her back. He may not have given the deathblow, but his
selfish actions brought her in harm’s path. He deserved the hell he
was forced to live.
    Mary loved him, of this he was certain, but
she also cared for Samael and didn’t want to hurt his feelings. He
should have stepped aside. He knew Mary would never consent to
marriage, not as long as Samael had feelings for her, but he’d been
selfish. He wanted her. He flaunted his visits in Samael’s face,
hoping the man would lose his temper and Mary would see his true
nature. With his actions, he had been no better than Samael. “You
should have cast us both aside, dear Mary. We were not worthy of
your love.”
    The unearthly mist swirled around his feet,
cloaking the ground. Samael had surely risen. He shouldn’t have let
the stubborn woman who awakened him go, but she didn’t want his
help and he could do nothing for her if she didn’t ask him to
intervene. “Stubborn as Mary had ever been and just as beautiful.”
Her light eyes framed with dark thick lashes were a lovely contrast
to her hair, the color of a moonless night. He halted his steps in
surprise as his body stirred in a most human way, a very male way.
He rubbed his face and inhaled deeply, hoping to clear his thoughts
and focus.
    Samael would go after her once he knew she
was of the witch’s bloodline, he would use his power to keep her
and force her to free him. Michael cursed under his breath, his
hand going for his sword at the mere thought of Samael putting his
hands on the woman.
    Disconcerted over the profoundly human
responses he was exhibiting, he frowned as curiosity did a
dangerous dance inside his head. Had the woman caused this change
in him, this awareness? Lust. Jealousy. He did not know this
woman. Hell, he didn’t even know her name, and yet he felt a pull
toward her, this need to see to her safety at all cost.
    Realization hit him. This is why she was so
important. “She is our salvation. Only one of Sophie’s blood can
break the spell.” He looked toward where the gate to the cemetery
should be. It was now covered in a whirl of gray mist and he could
not make out the woman’s progress. Had she made it to safety after
all or had Samael stopped her?
    “What are you waiting for?”
    Michael whirled around, his sword poised for
use. He lowered the weapon when he realized it was Mr. Donner. The
old man had visited the grounds and spoken to him when he stood
frozen and unable to communicate. Mr. Donner claimed to be a blood
relative to him, blood of his brother’s daughter.