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I have nothing left to wear,” he said, unable to
take his gaze away from her beautiful golden hair, then lowering it
to her breasts rising and falling sharply with each alarmed
breath.
    Zora was now a half beauty, half
hag and Bryce knew instinctively there were dark forces at work
here. He just needed to find out what the devil they were up
to.

Chapter Six
     
     
    Zora averted her gaze from his
naked loins. This was the second time today she’d seen him naked
and she didn’t think she could handle a third. He was a perfectly
sculpted, raw masculine perfection that threatened her very
resolve. “Bring them back to the house and I’ll fix them,” she said
stiffly.
    He wasn’t even in the least bit
embarrassed, standing there with an arrogant lift to his mouth. She
turned on her heels and walked back to the house. She heard his
steps behind her, her back tingling with awareness.
    “Can you tell me what the hell
that was all about back there?” he asked abruptly.
    Her back tingled from his tone,
but she kept walking, refusing to turn around. “What was what all about back there?” she countered, but she knew what
he meant.
    “The wolves, dammit! They tried
to kill me earlier and they acted like damn puppies with you.”
    “I have a way with animals,
especially wolves,” she replied tightly.
    Quickly, she sped up her steps
and went into her home. Without looking at him, she went to the
centuries-old chest on the floor by the fireplace and lifted the
lid. The book of spells was old and dusty and she made a mental
note to wipe it later. She lifted it from the chest and took a deep
breath, having forgotten how heavy it was. Bracing herself, she
turned around and faced him.
    Relief flooded through her
veins. He’d taken one of her throw rugs and had wrapped it around
his middle, leaving his tattered clothes on the arm of the
sofa.
    He eyed the big dusty book in
her arms. “What is that?”
    She hugged it close to her
chest. “This is my book of spells. I usually take a needle and
thread to repair clothes. I try not to use my spells for
everything. I…I want to…to…” her voice trailed at penetrating stare
he gave her.
    “To try to live a normal life,”
he said, finishing her statement.
    “Yes.” She tore her gaze from
his and put the book down on the table. She opened the cover and
wrinkled her nose at the musky smell that rose from the yellow
pages. She felt his presence behind her and froze. Did he have to
stand so close to her?
    Quickly, she flipped through the
pages, numbered and alphabetised…cats, cinder… She breathed a sigh
of relief. There it was. Clothes. She scanned the ancient
words and found what she was looking for. Mothisestrum— the
spell for mending clothes.
    “This book has been handed down
for centuries with each generation adding new spells to its
binding,” she murmured. “Unfortunately, my ancestors weren’t all
great spellers and I hope I pronounce this right.”
    This had better work, she
thought. The last thing she needed was Bryce prancing around naked
until he left tomorrow.
    She raised her hand and pointed
it towards the clothes.
    “ Mothisestrum,” Zora
whispered and watched a magic mist lift and attach his tattered
clothes.
     
    * * * *
     
    A book of spells, Bryce thought.
He ignored the magic happening with his clothes and stared at the
ancient pages. Was there a spell within this book that could remove
his werewolf curse? Bryce snapped his gaze to her profile and
narrowed his eyes. He still couldn’t believe the changes to her
appearance. Her softer skin, her silky hair, her sensual lips. He
blinked.
    He would look at the book when
she was asleep tonight and because it was in alphabetical order,
all he had to do was search for werewolves. After he got what he
came for, he would find out what the hell was happening to her
appearance along with what happened out there in the woods. Bryce
didn’t buy for a moment she had a way with wolves. No human did. He
was