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Eloise with interest. “What does he cal you?”
    “Shorty.”
    “Oh I like it. Anyone can be cal ed ‘darling’ or ‘honey’.” She nudged her friend. “So it was pretty powerful, huh? That’s a hel uva love bite.”
    As first-time-ever sex went, it was fantastic. She had heard it could be less than good. If Arrow could top that, then she would never leave his side. What the hell am I thinking? Never leave his side? “The whole worlds-col iding thing happened.” Eloise knew there was no way she would ever be the same again. It had shaken her careful y defined life and left it in a delightful mess. But stil a mess. “What do I do? You’re the high priestess of al things weird.”
    There had to be a spel or a potion to save her.
    Mesopia shook her head. “You know you’re screwed. No one can change that. It’s your fate.” She looked at Eloise in wonder. “It’s amazing to think after al these centuries that Caitriona’s words came true.”
    “Damn bitch.” The whole two being united into one was certainly physical y doable and most enjoyable, but having to be stuck with one another until the end of time was the kicker. “When does time official y end?”
    “I can look it up.” Mesopia stood up straight. “I have a book on that somewhere.” The bel above the door sounded and they both looked up.
    “Oh bugger.” It was him.
    Mesopia licked her lips. “Yummy.”

    “Good evening,” Arrow greeted them in his best Count Dracula impersonation.
    “Oh what are you doing here?” Eloise stood bolt upright and alert at the counter.
    As he walked over to her, Arrow’s glance flitted from one shelf to another. The smal shop had shelves fil ed with bottles, jars and weird little knickknacks.
    There was stuff in labeled bottles that he had not seen in three hundred years. His hand slid over a skeleton and came to rest over the white-knuckled grip Eloise had on her hands. Arrow felt her jump as they touched. He was glad to see he was not the only one affected by what had happened between them.
    He had held off as long as he could from coming to find her. It had not been hard to locate her. Since touching and tasting her, Arrow had become acutely sensitive to al things Eloise. He only had to think of her to know where she was. That Eloise worked in an occult shop did not surprise Arrow. It just seemed to fit her personality.
    “I came to see if you were okay.” He steadied her as she stumbled, her hands latching on to his arm for support. “Stil a bit wobbly in the legs?” Arrow knew this woman was trouble and he should not have done what he did but, damn it, he felt fantastic and he wanted more. He wanted to teach the delightful Eloise al about sex. Arrow had a feeling she would be an excel ent student. She looked amazing in tight black leggings and a black and red t-shirt with classic punk band The Clash emblazoned on the front. He felt a strange, primal pleasure on seeing the mark on her neck. No makeup or escaping hair could hide that. Of course she was not the first woman he had taken in that way, but Eloise was the only one he felt al his primitive masculine needs completely attuned to, and as strange as that was, he liked the feeling.
    “I’m swel . Now go. I mean it, fang face.”
    She didn’t sound as if she did and Arrow loved it when she cal ed him fang face. It was sexy and quirky and completely Eloise. “I can’t.”
    “Why not?”
    “You have a death grip on my arm.” Her hands sprang off immediately. “I was thinking, shorty—”
    Eloise held up her hands “No, don’t tel me. Look where thinking got us last time.”
    “I don’t see why we can’t enjoy the benefits of what we have without getting al tangled up in the emotional side of things.”
    The other woman nodded. “Sounds excel ent to me.” She held out her hand to him and introduced herself. “Mesopia Bril iant and you are simply gorgeous.
    ”
    Arrow smiled and kissed it her hand. He had been so consumed with