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       “ Shhh, Miw-sher,” he led me over to a white cement bench, “you’re attracting attention.”
       “ Like you, in all your magically delicious glory, aren’t?” I gestured to the store. “You almost caused a riot in there.” He just smiled smugly. “This is not funny! What's wrong with you?”
       “ What’s wrong with me?” The glamor cleared a little, in the wake of his rising temper, and I was able to look on him fully without wanting to rip his clothes off. “I’m in love with you. That is my one and only problem… you.”
       “ Well just keep talking the sweet talk,” I rolled my eyes. “Maybe you can win me over.”
       “ Godhunter, you can be so cruel.” He waved a hand over himself and the glamor vanished completely, leaving a god that was still way too gorgeous to be walking around among humans... or at least around me. “I know I deserve it but can't you find a little compassion in your heart for me? You said you forgave me. Give me a chance to make things right.”
       “ I did forgive you,” I sighed and slumped. “But forgiveness doesn't change everything, it doesn't wipe the slate clean. I don't think you understand what real love is yet or how to even go about making things right .”
       “ Real love,” he inhaled sharply and shook his head. “And because you hold the love magic now, you think you know what real love is?”
       “ No,” I closed my eyes for a second, trying to find some calm. I just had to find my happy place. “I don't know all about love but I do know love means wanting the other person to be happy, wanting the best for them.”
       “ Yes, of course,” he clenched his fists and then opened them to stare at his palms like they held the answer to his problems. “But aren't there many forms of love? I don't think love should be about letting something go or sacrificing your happiness to make someone else happy. I believe it's about trying even when the task seems impossible, about holding on even though the entire world is pulling you and your lover apart. I think it's risk, the risk that they may not love you as much as you love them. It's fire, burning but purifying, making both of you better for having survived it. I believe it's about compromise, to find the middle ground where two people can be together and still separate, be in love but still love themselves. I know this is love because it's what I feel, what I want, and what I'd do to be with you. What I'm not going to do, is give up just because you ask it of me.”
       “ Wow,” I breathed.
       All this time I'd thought Anubis loved selfishly. His actions said that clearly to me. But then things were so confusing when I'd been with him. I was focused on Trevor and his needs. The possibility of my wolf dying took precedence over everything else and the few times it didn't, I felt horribly guilty about. I resented every effort Anubis had made because I knew it was toward an end result of me being separated from Trevor.
       Yet at the same time, I understood him. I saw the loneliness that motivated him and the honor that was in him so deep, it practically permeated his very bones. I know Anubis had been horrible, selfish, and even childish but I was the first woman he had ever loved. He was centuries old and I was his first. When I thought back to my first love, I remembered acting just as selfishly, just as immaturely. Don't we all when we're shown love for the first time?
       I think it's human nature to grasp onto love, to try to hold it with both hands, even if it bites and kicks to get away. It's just such a wonderful, transcending feeling, it's hard to believe that it can ever be replicated. We just can't imagine that we can ever love that way again. In fact, in the midst of that first love, most of us think no one has ever loved as we do. So who wouldn't fight with every weapon they had to keep that feeling, knowing with the surety of youth, that we shall