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ifs to count on, but she only had to wait for another hour and she’d be on her way. Plus, she doubted the wolves would think about the train station first. If they lost her trail, they’d probably head for the airport. Made sense, right?
    Darcy sighed as she ran her hand nervously through her hair, clenching her train ticket in the other. She wasn’t the only person waiting on the platform, but with just a handful of bodies, she felt awfully exposed. She kept glancing over her shoulder, certain she was being watched.
    She’d eyed every single one of her fellow passengers, several times, to the point where she could feel their nervousness at her bizarre behavior reverberating back at her. Would Raven come for her himself or would it be the pack? She knew Mayhem by sight, but the other two bandmates? No, not so much. Although, how hard would it be to see a huge hulk of a man coming her way? Werewolves—they weren’t small by any means.
    What was totally weird was the idea of Raven himself coming for her sent her heart into a flutter, like she actually wanted him to. What the fuck was up with that? He was her target after all—the object of her vengeance, not desire…well, not really anyway. She might have enjoyed collecting his semen a little too much the night before, but that didn’t mean anything. The man was as hot as hell and she’d have to be a crazy woman to not react.
    Shoving that thought aside, she walked over to a bench and settled, feeling better at having her back to the wall. As far as she could see, on either side of her were normal looking, average people. She was almost in the clear. With another deep sigh, she leaned forward and dug into one of her large bags, pulled out her netbook and flipped it open. She’d made some quick notes in Word from Annie’s grimoire about curse reversal. The biggest issue she had was how she’d bound the lust curse to Raven. Using his semen was equivalent to using cement. Almost indestructible. Almost.
    She accessed the train-station’s Wi-Fi and began her search, trying as many different word combinations as she could come up with. In the digital age, many witches had begun uploading their spells, creating a huge network database. Sure, there were a zillion sites dedicated to love spells and revenge spells that were total bullshit, moon worship or nature lover kind of crap, but if you knew what to look for, you could spot the real spells in among the fakes. And she was finding lots of spells—just not any that could offer help in her current dilemma.
    After spending a ton of time chasing down dead ends, Darcy was just about to close the laptop and go search for coffee when she remembered one last place to look.
    Most of Darcy’s contracts came via word of mouth, referrals in a sense, but there was another place where a witch could pick up a spell contract. Hex , a forum-based site that acted as an anonymous black market for witch spells. Darcy had gotten a few jobs from the site, nasty shit usually, much nastier than her usual vengeance cursing. She hadn’t been back in a couple of years. She may have been strapped for cash, but the contracts on Hex weren’t your typical kind of curse requests. What these clients were looking for was the really hard shit—like life and death shit. Darcy hadn’t liked the taste those jobs had left in her mouth. At least with her vengeance contracts, she knew the men she was going after deserved what they were getting. And besides, it was just lust, not life or death—just wanting something you could never have. With the Hex contracts? Yeah, there were no conscience-affirming reassurances. It was a fine line of morality that she walked, but at least when she dealt vengeance on a cheating husband, she knew she was righting a wrong for someone. And besides, nobody died of unrequited lust.
    She quickly logged into the site and scrolled past the contract section. Now, she was after a subforum she’d only glanced at in the past,