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sentimentality.”
    Logan sighed and kept tapping out the tattoo on the bar’s wood. “It’s not just her powers. There’s something that just keeps drawing me in. Maybe I am getting nostalgic in my old age.”
    “You’re still a kid.”
    “Only to you, old friend,” Logan conceded finally looking up at Jonathan. “I just think there’s so much more to Caitlin than our current seers anticipated. She’s too good for this life. For the struggle of it.”
    “You know all that from one conversation?”
    “I know that from having touched her. It feels like I touched her soul in that one grasp, and she deserves more than a constant fight.”
    Jonathan sighed and lit his cigarette, agile fingers flicking his lighter shut. The smoke encircled him and Logan didn’t cough, but he noted the fragrance of something special Jonathan had rolled, clove-based and a pleasant aroma in a sea of nicotine. “I’ve never fallen deeply for a witch. I do my job, but I stay protected for it. I know what others have said and what I’ve seen over the years, but I’ve never seen it in action for myself. Maybe the Fates want more for both of you, maybe you’re still reeling, or maybe it’s something else. What I do know is she’s critical for our war, and you’ll bring her into the fold within the week or you won’t like the consequences.”
    “I’ve been around too long to court martial. You certainly won’t kill me.”
    “I’d never, but we can take you off this case and put you back in the fighting field, demote you as well. You’ve fought too long and too hard for those,” Jonathan reminded him, his fingers tracing lightly over the steel tie tack. “You’ve worked too hard. You wouldn’t want to be busted down to one of those or something in iron.”
    “And some days these badges,” he added, leaning back. “They just feel too heavy. I do my duty. It’s what I’ve always done, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling something’s different this time. And she’s the reason.”
    “Would it help you to know that she pokes her head around in police business on a regular basis?”
    “Does she?”
    “She may not understand her gifts completely or be aware of her true Wiccan heritage, but she has the right spirit. She’s interjected herself in more than one person’s fate.”
    Logan smirked at that. He had known from the first time he’d laid eyes on her, waiting for a bus at the corner of Pratt Street, that his little firebrand was spirited. Even if Jonathan was using that point against him, Logan was grateful to be proven right.  
    “So she works to fight some pre-crime?”
    “Not necessarily successfully. And she’s also easy pickings for the Knights. Do this to save her, and remember that not all of us end up like Adam, Goddess bless him.”
    “Yes,” Logan replied, standing and heading back to the hostess and, presumably, his ready table. “But too many of us are going that way of late.”
    “Then turn the tide.”

CHAPTER TEN

    LOGAN HAD LIVED three centuries, traveled from the Far East to most major cities in North America, and he’d had more than his fair share of mortal women and witches. Still, he was glad there was a table between his lap and Caitlin’s line of sight when she sashayed—there was no other word for it—into the restaurant. His heart pounded in his chest and blood flowed south at a rapid pace. Her red hair was piled on her head in beautiful ringlets and held back with a few stray sparkling pins. Caitlin’s creamy skin was exposed to maximum effect in a low-cut, red dress with a flamenco style skirt that came up high enough on her hip to leave other women in the restaurant scowling in jealousy. Every breath she took seemed to draw attention to her ample breasts and the tear-drop, faux-diamond necklace nestled near them. Even her bright crimson lipstick transformed a face that had already been irresistible to inhumanly stunning.
    “You made it. I was starting to get worried