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little bitch, move your claw from his
arm! He’s mine !”
    My wolf was on red alert, hurt, possessive
and jealous. She wanted to come out and take over.
    “ You must trust him!” I said firmly,
trying to calm her down. “Look at him! He isn’t interested in
her that way. Trust him!”
    “ She is surely interested in him! Look at
her! She’s all over him!”
    “ Enough!” I yelled at my wolf. “ You
back off! Let me handle it!”
    Eamon appeared behind me and pushed a glass
into my hands. “Your drink, Astrid.”
    I took a long sip, scanning the room. I was
sure that nobody else, save for my cousin, noticed anything. He
confirmed it with a tiny shake of his head but stayed close to
me.
    I was angry with myself for letting my
jealousy get the better of me. My wolf had just vocalized what we
both feel strongly, only I was ashamed of it and she wasn’t. I was
trying to deal with it with logic and reason, while she wanted to
come out and deal with it in person. That was the only
difference.
    I took a deep breath and reminded myself what
a gentleman Jack had been when my ex-boyfriend, Ingmar, had come to
see me. But Ingmar and I were just friends now, two people who had
ended their love affair long ago and felt good about it.
    Could Jack say the same about this girl and
her feelings toward him?
    I didn’t doubt Jack’s love for me, not for a
moment. I wasn’t sure he was aware of it, but to me it was clear as
day the petite girl was still very much in love with him. Her eyes
were full of love. And something else, I suddenly realized. What
was it? Hurt? Pain? Had he told her about us? Or had she figured it
out on her own? God, I didn’t want my love for Jack to hurt
her!
    She removed her hand from his arm. Jack took
a small step back expanding the physical space between them. I felt
his eyes on me and felt the power of his love embracing me.
    A few days ago—or an eternity ago, I wasn’t
sure anymore—I’d been concerned about the power of the bond that
left Jack and I more or less without options. We had decided to
make the best of it, to accept it as a gift, to nurture it and
cherish it. Now I felt the bond as freedom and a blessing, precious
and magnificent as life itself.
    I found Jack’s eyes and smiled at him. His
warm, amber gaze caressed me with love.
    “ Happy now?” I asked my wolf.
    I felt her sigh. “ Yeah, you’re probably
right. But you know what? Nobody touches what is mine!”
    I exhaled deeply and I turned my attention to
six-year old Henry Flanagan, a child prodigy with an IQ over 160.
He was kneeling in front of a side table beside the sofa,
drawing.
    I sat on the sofa, peeking at his art work.
It looked like some kind of map. I opened my mouth to ask him about
it, but he looked at me and said candidly, “Miss Mohegan, your eyes
changed color. I’m sure they were blue when we were introduced to
each other.”
    From the corner of my eyes, I could see Jack
freeze and turn to me. Eamon shot me a worried glance. Alec and
Betty started walking toward me. James grabbed the first plate and
did the same. I gave them all a discreet sign I’d be okay.
    Henry picked a sand-colored pencil and
continued coloring his map. “Could you please explain to me how you
do that? It’s fascinating,” he said in his grown-up language.
    Now we had the full attention of the entire
room.
    “Is that because you are a witch?” Henry
carried on.
    “Henry!” Donna Flanagan, his grandmother,
snapped. “Miss Mohegan is a wizard, not a witch.”
    “But Granny, this is purely a gender matter.
Men are wizards, women are witches.”
    “Harrison Albert Flanagan, that’s enough!”
His grandmother warned him. “Not a word more!”
    I laughed. “It’s okay, Mrs. Flanagan. Henry,
why don’t you sit here beside me?” I patted the spot on the sofa.
“We called ourselves wizards, but you are right, that’s a rather
gender neutral term.”
    He sat beside me, his drawing in his hands.
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