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wouldn’t utter a word of them to him. She wouldn’t lie to Damek. How could she tell someone to let go when she never had herself?
    “Okay.” The words were hard for her to say. In fact, she wanted to choke on them. “But if you change your mind, I’m interested in getting in your pants. Just so you know.”
    She turned and walked in the opposite direction. Sage had brought her in the golf cart earlier, but she’d been so distracted she hadn’t really paid attention to where she was going. For all she knew, she could be heading to some kind of mermaid lagoon.
    Maybe she could fall in and forget about the fact that the first guy she’d ever thrown herself at had said no. Next time she heard one of her patients whining about a guy, she would be more sympathetic.
    This would be a reminder not to do it again.
    Damek ran after her. “Look, I—”
    She held up her hand. “Please, don’t mention it again. This whole thing has been a mistake. A big one. From moment one. I’m going to do my best to stop acting like an idiot and get back to being the steady person I’ve always managed to be.”
    “Does the offer you made a few minutes ago disappear, then?”
    “What?” Her head pounded.
    “Do you still want me? If I change my mind.”
    She threw her hands in the air. Her spine stiffened, but she ignored the sensation. Whatever was making her nervous was going to have to wait. “Of all the self-centered—”

    Damek shoved her to the ground. Something whizzed by her head, the tree behind where she stood bursting open with a crack. Wood splattered downwards.
    “What the hell?”
    Damek’s big body covered hers. “Bullets. Someone just shot at you.”
    “At me? Why on earth would someone do that? This has to be a mistake. No one has any reason whatsoever that would warrant doing something like that. Unless the people here are mad that I stowed away.”
    He grimaced. “Not their style. For a small crime like yours, they’re likely to talk you to death, not shoot at you. Rekkus might tear off your head, but also no shooting.”
    Another bullet whizzed by, slamming into the same tree. Whoever did this was determined, if not very accurate. Amelia screamed, and he held her down beneath his body. No one would hurt her. He wouldn’t allow it. He would somehow control this, somehow make this okay.
    “Listen, I’m going to get us out of this. I’m going to get us some help and then whoever was dumb enough to wield a weapon at the Wiccan Haus is going to wish they’d never been born.”
    “How are you going to do that?” Her body trembled beneath him.
    “I’m not human, remember? I’m something else, something magical. I might be mostly out of practice with this stuff, but I think I can manage a little telepathic communication. It’s one of my warlock abilities. I might be able to hold open a pathway for Cyrus and me to communicate.”
    He hoped. His confidence in his abilities didn’t exactly equal his grandiose boasting. But if it gave her any sort of relief, he’d gladly continue.
    In the meantime, he focused his energy on communicating with someone who could help them.
    Cyrus . He called into the universe, not surprised when no one answered. No way would the universe give him an easy out. Not the way things had been going lately.
    Damek tried again. Cyrus .
    This time he got a reply. Damek? What are you doing?
    He took a deep breath and projected the images of the gunfire and being pinned to the ground with Amelia.
    On our way .
    “Any luck?” A bullet slammed into the ground in front of them.
    “I got through.”
    “This might be a stupid question, and please don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, but why does this person keep missing? All of those shots and he hasn’t hit me, or you, yet.”
    “It seems he’s not a very good shot.”
    She groaned. “Yep.”
    He’d never been so grateful for his better than human hearing. Most of the time it aggravated him to know what people said from