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certain she was lying.
    Another thing Bryce was certain
of was that Zora was unaware of her changing appearance.
    She looked up at him,
captivating him with her beautiful eyes. They were the colour of
the sea on a sunny day, deep blue, dazzling…inviting. Damn it! He’d
never met anyone who disturbed him so much.
    He heard her say that his
clothes were ready.
    He swallowed hard and nodded as
she took the book away and walked to the chest that was on the
floor.
    He watched her backside as she
bent and warmth invaded his loins. Lust made his gut clench with
primal need. Annoyed with himself for his lack of self-control, he
went to his clothes. Without a flicker of shame, Bryce dropped the
blanket from his middle and dressed, ignoring the soft gasp behind
him.
     
    He lay in his bed for a long
time, staring at the ceiling, listening to Zora’s breathing in the
next room. This was one time Bryce welcomed his Lycan blood. Since
turning three centuries ago, his senses had amplified and he could
hear and smell things hundreds of paces away.
    He heard her soft sigh, his mind
going to her lips.
     
    After a while, her breath came
out slow and regular and he got up.
    Zora is asleep.
    Without making a sound, Bryce
went into the living area and stopped before the chest. He opened
the lid and took the book to the table, opening it slowly. He ran
his finger over the inside of the spine that was threaded with a
fine, gold thread.
    He was at the letter K ,
and he glanced quickly at the entries. Kitchen: clean, paint,
repair, circa 700BC, page 1214 .
    He heard Zora rustle in her bed
and he stiffened. He had to hurry. He flipped over to the L’s and froze. Love: Curse , The touch of death
spell . circa 1056, page 2154 . This page was different
from the rest. Newer.
    Curious, he read the entry.
    Morganna’s female descendants
will find true love with a Lycan and upon their first touch, he
will perish. Only the purest of love can break the curse.
    “What are you doing?”
    He froze. Slowly, he turned to
the sound of her voice and gently closed the book. “Looking for a
spell that could break the werewolf curse,” he said. He didn’t
think lying would help his cause. Zora marched to him and took the
book from the table. He stared at the gloves she wore.
    “And I told you none
exists.”
    “Show me,” he said, anger rising
to his surface. Bryce reached for the book she was holding and she
jumped back.
    “Stay away from me!” Zora
snapped.
    He saw fear rise in her eyes and
he froze. Something at the back of his mind flared and he tried to
ignore the unbelievable implications.
    Since meeting her, she’d always
kept her distance from him and she’d always worn her gloves. She
didn’t want him to touch her. Also, where he’d thought she was a
reclusive, old witch, slowly, her appearance was showing him
otherwise.
    He frowned, his mind going to
what he’d just read in the book of spells.
    Impossible, Bryce thought.
Without thinking, he lunged forward and tried to touch her face,
but she was quick.
    Zora let out a shriek and jumped
back, falling over an ottoman, trying to hold on to the book she
was embracing as she fell. When she landed on the ground, her white
nightgown rolled up her legs to reveal lovely calves.
    Bryce was momentarily dazzled by
the smooth, firm, creamy skin.
    “Are you crazy?” Zora yelled out
after she covered her body once again.
    He had his answer and gave her a
dry look mingled with anger. “Apparently not. Why won’t you let me
touch you?”
    She rose, standing a few paces
away from him. “I…I don’t like to be touched.”
    “You’re lying.”
    A loud crash came from his
bedroom and she gasped. “Oh, my God! What was that?”
    Bryce’s gaze narrowed toward the
hallway leading to his room. As unbelieving as they seemed, things
started falling into place for him. “My guess is that would be the
last remaining mirror in your home,” he said dryly. He returned his
gaze to her startled face.