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air. Aaron had heard he was what the military called a ‘ghost’. Story was the man had been on more black ops missions than any other marine. He was the one they sent to places no one else could or would go. Whenever anyone asked about the scar on his cheek, his answer was always the same, “I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.” Aaron knew Kellan meant what he said. He was a very scary dragon.
    Rayne’s voice brought him back to reality. “All right, we’ll reconvene at the Great Hall at eleven.”
    Aaron glanced at his watch as he made his way back to their vehicles. Ten hours until we’re supposed to be at the Great Hall. Is that enough time?
    “I know you’re not talking to me but since you asked,” Aidan’s laugh in his head let Aaron know he had dropped his guard again. “Hell, yes, it’s enough time. Get your butt over there as soon as you can. Time’s wasting.”
    “I hear ya,” was all he could say. He cut their connection and shored up his mental shields for the second time in less than twenty-four hours.
    The return trip was quiet, but just as tension filled as the beginning of their excursion. They pulled up in front of his house, exited the vehicles, and headed inside. Aaron was almost to the house when he noticed Rayne and Rian had stayed back by the vehicles. Luckily, it looked like they were just talking, not throwing punches.
    After making sure everyone was settled in, he took a quick shower, pulled on a T-shirt and jeans, and headed out the backdoor. As he pulled away, he called out to Royce, “I’m heading over to Charlie’s. Be back in time for the meeting.”
    “Do what you gotta do. I’ll cover if need be.”
    “Thanks.”
    “No worries.”
    He spent the ride trying to come up with something witty to say. It wasn’t until he pulled in her driveway that he realized how nervous he truly was.
    It’s now or never and never is not an option; he heard his mother’s voice repeating her favorite saying as he made his way up the walk.
    What he saw made his blood run cold.
    A broken clay pot, the front door was ajar, and Charlie nowhere in sight…

CHAPTER THREE
    Restless and unable to stop thinking about all she and Sam had discussed the night before, Charlie decided she needed fresh air. Heading out for her walk, she glimpsed the daisies that had been anonymously planted. In the next three steps, the rose bush came into view and she became irritated.
    Totally irrational, but I can’t help it.
    One about face later she found herself in the kitchen making tea and looking through Sam’s old cookbooks. Turning pages without even seeing them, Charlie slammed the book closed, growled under her breath, and stared out the window.
    Her mind was so cluttered, a mass of pictures and thoughts…all that defied reason. She couldn’t focus on any one thing for longer than a few seconds. Dragons and witches. Fate and Destiny. The Universe actually making one woman for one man. No, change that…one woman for one dragon. Hunters and wizards. It was all so confusing. There was so much more to the world then she had ever imagined. So many things that just didn’t make sense.
    She picked up the notes she’d made while talking to Sam, scanned the list, and tossed it across the table. Nothing on the paper was going to turn back time and make her forget all she’d learned. It was time to stop moping….time to get a grip and accept things as they were.
    Come on, girlie. Up and at ‘em. Do something constructive.
    Making her way to the front porch, she took a deep breath of the fresh, crisp air, which amazingly cleared her mind. Charlie looked around and it was obvious no one had been paying attention to Sam’s potted garden. The herbs needed weeding, vines needed trimming, and everything needed watered and fertilized.
    Entirely focused on what she was doing along with trying not to think of Aaron for the hundredth time, the sound of footsteps pulled her from her task. Gasping, Charlie