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The way her shirt did good things to her chest. Maybe her boobs could be bigger, but she wasn’t deficient or anything like that. All in all, Alexandrine Marit came in a nice package. Be righteous to have a piece of that. If she weren’t a witch, he’d be all over her.
    “He’s not staying,” she told her brother.
    “Yes, he is.”
    Xia stuck out his legs and crossed them at the ankles. This was fun, watching the two of them face off. He’d say this about the witch—she wasn’t afraid of Harsh.
    She put her hands on her hips, and that lifted the hem of her shirt just enough to give him a view of pale skin. He wondered if she was wearing a thong. He sure as hell wasn’t seeing any panty lines. “No. He’s not.”
    “You’re the one who let Magellan know you existed, Alexandrine. They know about you now.”
    “They? Who the hell is they , Harsh?”
    “Who do you think? The mages. Real ones,” Harsh said. “People who make you insignificant.”
    “Thanks.” She took it pretty well, even though anybody could tell that hearing Harsh talk about the mage-kind had set her back a step or two.
    “Your goddamned biological father knows about you now. Trust me, you weren’t safe the minute you sent Magellan that e-mail. You little idiot. Now they know you have a talisman, and they’re all going to take a shot at taking it from you.” Harsh was close to losing his cool. Be interesting to see what that was like. “If you think for a minute Rasmus Kessler isn’t coming after you for it, you’re a fool. And an even bigger one if you think he cares he’s your father.”
    Xia shot to his feet, but Harsh ignored him. His sister took a look at him, but Harsh was going off, and that had her attention at the moment. “Are you fucking insane?” Xia said.
    “Shut up, Xia. This is between me and Alexandrine.” “Were you even going to tell me who her father is? Fuck, Harsh. How can you even stand being around her knowing what she is?”
    Harsh ignored him. “Rasmus Kessler gave you away, Alexandrine,” he said. “You didn’t test out as someone whose magic would amount to anything, so he sent you to live with us normals.” He spat out that last word. Harsh was hardly normal, no matter how you looked at him. “You were three years old, and he didn’t want you. He didn’t want you then, and he doesn’t want you now. The only thing he wants from you is that talisman.”
    “I know that,” she said, all chilled and calm.
    Xia’s head about exploded. He swung himself around to face Alexandrine, pulling enough magic to make the air around him spark. “You’re Rasmus Kessler’s daughter?”
    “So?”
    He should have known. He should have known the minute he saw her goddamned hair. Just like her father’s, the bastard mage.
    “Xia!” Harsh tried to get between them, but Xia was so pissed off, he reacted on pure emotion. He pulled hard on his magic and threw a block of energy that set Harsh hard on his ass. One thing he didn’t get was that even though he’d pulled enough magic to fry the witch to hell and back twice, she didn’t pull any magic of her own. No retaliation.
    “Drop dead,” Alexandrine said.
    Harsh was on his feet now, and he was shouting. Xia tuned him out. Blah blah blah. Bad Xia. Blah blah blah. Nothing new there. His knife appeared in his hand, and he lifted it between him and the witch, imagining the scent of the blood she shared with Rasmus and watching it spill bright red from her body. His arm trembled. Her eyes got big and wide, and he could feel himself falling in. “Fucking witch,” he said.
    “No.” Harsh got a hand on him, and the freak managed to pull enough to put a dent in the magic he had ready to strike. In the middle of all that, he felt Alexandrine pull, but what a joke that was.
    “What do you think you’re going to do to me, witch? Tickle me to death?” He took a step closer. This near to her, he could feel the talisman’s pulse. Her magic, pitiful as it was,