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said, “Come on! It’s Dred Shadowins. Are you seriously going to tell me that you haven’t thought about just throwing yourself on his wand in wild abandon? What witch hasn’t?”
    “Exactly. What witch hasn’t?” She looked at her friend pointedly.
    “You. That’s who. And me.” Tally sighed.
    “I was kind enough to bring up his reputation,” Middy offered.
    Tally gasped. “What did he say?”
    “Not so much. I mentioned unpleasantries and he said if I thought murdering a whole village for a Hand of Glory was ‘unpleasant,’ he’d hate to see what I thought was evil.”
    “Don’t stop there. Then what?”
    “Um, he asked me to the Masque,” Middy said quietly, dreading what was coming next.
    “So, he’s going to donate the funds? Have you called Martin? He’ll be thrilled! He was so worried you’d . . . Oh, my Goddess! Wait, why are you making that face? What did you do?”
    Middy shrugged and turned her mouth into awkward little moue as she struggled with the words. Tally grabbed her shoulders and shook her, as if the action would rattle the words out of her friend’s mouth.
    “I tried to assassinate him with a cranberry.”
    “How did you do that?” Tally squealed at a decibel that made dogs everywhere cringe.
    “I choked on it.”
    “I still don’t understand.” Tally’s hands moved to her hips.
    “It flew out of my nose and hit him in the eye over lunch.”
    “Shitballs.”
    “Exactly. And he still wants me to go to the Masque with him.”
    Tally was screaming now and still shaking Middy like a maraca. “You are getting laid like tile, baby!”
    “Hold on, I said yes because he offered to double his donation. I’m not sleeping with him. That would be too much like hookery.”
    “Oh, yes, you are! But I bet there won’t be any sleeping.”
    Tally smirked. “He’s just what you need. It will be a great experience. You’re going to lose your virginity to a sex god.
    Not only that, but you won’t have all of those uncomfortable attachments. You know what the deal is going in and given that you don’t even like him, hell, it couldn’t be more perfect.”
    “No! Absolutely not.”
    “Well, Middy. What else are you going to do with it?”
    “Fall in love maybe?”
    “You’ve been reading too much again. Fall in love later after you’ve gotten this complication out of the way.”
    “Maybe.”
    “No, there is no ‘maybe.’ You’re going to ride him like a mechanical bull. He uses witches as nothing more than a means to an end. Why not give him a dose of his own medicine for all of womankind? It’s just a stupid bit of flesh anyway and it’s in the way.”
    Middy had to say that her friend’s argument did make sense. She wouldn’t have to worry about looking Dred in the face again after the Masque. Maybe this was the answer she was looking for? She knew better than to fall in love and, like Tally said, she didn’t even like him anyway. Of course, there was the fact that she’d had his likeness dancing like a Chippendale in her bedroom in the dark of the night.
    Even better, maybe she’d get over this obsession with him. She could just work it right out of her system. Her pride wouldn’t let her keep thinking about someone who’d put his proverbial sword in her sheath and never call again, and she knew he wouldn’t if things progressed that far.
    What a hell of a way to decide to lose it.
    She wasn’t sure if she meant her mind or her cherry.

CHAPTER FOUR
    Cranberry Crush
    Having a cranberry pried from his ocular orifice was not exactly how Dred Shadowins had envisioned the rest of his day after lunch with Midnight Cherrywood. It had plenty to do with orifices, but not so much this one and certainly not his own.
    Unless she was really into that kind of thing? Then maybe there could be negotiations of a certain— He wasn’t going to think about that now.
    Explaining to Magick Medic staff how he’d gotten the damn cranberry stuck in his eye to start with