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the wooden headboard until the pain of this conversation stopped. “There’s a difference?”
    “Worlds of difference, sweetheart.”
    “Oh. Of course.” She remembered what he’d told her the night before. “What happened to the witch that cursed them?”
    Grammy was silent for a moment. “Have you ever heard of Theresa Langhorn?”
    “Theresa Langhorn? Isn’t she the one who—”
    “Yes.”
    Lana shuddered. Damn. Just, damn. “I’d say she paid.”
    “Threefold, dear. Threefold.”
    The threefold rule: whatsoever you sent out into the world would return to you threefold. It was the one major check on the power of a witch or wizard that whatever you did would be done to you in triplicate. If you sent out love, peace and happiness, that would return to you. But if you sent out hatred, pain and degradation…
    No one was quite sure how warlocks got around that little impediment, and no true witch or wizard was willing to find out. Grammy liked to say they were probably on a deferred payment plan.
    But every now and then a witch lost her temper enough, or a wizard became enraged enough, to show the rest of the magical community why they followed the threefold rule. Theresa Langhorn was a perfect, shining example. “Does she still have people in to comb the fur between her toes?”
    “Now, dear, we don’t speak ill of the stupid.”
    Lana grinned.
    “One last thing before your young man brings you breakfast.”
    He’s making me breakfast? A small part of Lana’s heart warmed towards him. It would have been bigger, but just then the sheet slipped, reminding her of her underwear-less state. Tricky dog.
    “What’s that, Grammy?”
    “Trust your instincts.”
    “Want to be a great-grandma that badly, huh?” Lana slapped her hand back over her mouth. What the hell is wrong with me? She never, ever hopped into bed with strange men, let alone strange wolf-man wizard hybrids!
    Okay, so, she was kind of already in the bed, but that was all his fault. So was her nakedness. And she had no idea where the bathroom was.
    That was all his fault, too.
    She ignored her grandmother’s laughter, listening for the sound of Christopher’s footfalls on the stairs. “I think he’s coming.”
    “Not yet he isn’t.”
    “Grammy!”
    “Good bye, sweetheart. Oh, and remember, he’ll protect you no matter what.”
    “No matter what what?”
    But Grammy didn’t answer. She’d already hung up the phone.
    “And the award for most cryptic comment goes to Annabelle Evans.” Lana hung up the phone and wondered which door lead to the bathroom. There were three of them in this ultra-modern, masculine bedroom. The only feminine detail she could see was the ebony stained bed. It was a four-poster, with rails up top for soft gauzy curtains that Christopher hadn’t bothered to hang. The comforter was a dark teal, the sheets aqua. The walls were a darker gold than the kitchen, warming the room up. There were three doors, all closed. She had to assume the one across from the bed was the door that led out of the room. One of the others had to lead to the bathroom.
    God, she hoped one of them led to the bathroom. She felt like she was about to explode.

    *
“Bathroom!”
    Christopher plastered himself up against the wall just in time. The naked nymph rushed by him, slamming the door shut behind her.
    “Fuck. By the way, nice suit. Is it Armani?”
    He manfully swallowed his laugh. “Yes, it is and it is. The master bath is through the other door.”
    “Thanks!”
    She opened the door and streaked past him, the jacket of his suit wrapped around her. He turned, sighing in disappointment when she slammed into the correct room. He almost choked on the laugh at her groan of relief.
    When she stepped back into the bedroom, he had himself under control. “Feeling better?” He turned, stopping when he caught sight of her. The charcoal gray jacket hung on her, covering her from neck to mid thigh, the vee of the jacket revealing the