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to protect you until such time as the Druid male who is your other half enters your life.”
    “I don't care about him!” I say loudly.
    Where the hell is he anyway? Hello!
    What I do know is I'm so horny, I hurt.
    “You will care.”
    I reach between his legs and find the proof I'm looking for.
    “Don't,” he groans. “This isn't you right now. You’re cycling—ripe for breeding. I am… This isn't my role.”
    I squeeze his length, and he's off me and across the room in a flash.
    A Harborer has super-speed, strength, fighting prowess, and—I look closely at my guard of eight years—a huge dick.
    Ren turns his head away. “Don't look at me like that, Nova.”
    “How?” I ask, knowing damn well how I'm looking at him.
    We stare at each other across the small living room.
    He grabs the keys to his car and reaches the door in three strides. “I'm going out.”
    I sit up on my knees. “You mean you're going to go fuck someone.”
    Ren plows his long fingers through hair colored like dark honey.
    We’re always honest with each other.
    “Yes.”
    He walks out, slamming the door behind him.
    I've pushed him, made him edgy and in need. So he'll go out and hump some bimbo and come back a satiated and less pissed off Harborer.
    I'll be the same—a sexually frustrated, out-of-work Druid witch.
     
    *
     
    I move to each window and the one entrance, finding them warded to the hilt.
    Bastard. I kick the door.
    I shouldn't be mad at Ren, but I can't help getting a visual of him banging some chick while I sit here like a little kid in time out.
    Ren kept me in my exhausted sleep until he could squire me in here, get the place on lock-down, and make sure I was okay.
    I pushed it, and he took off.
    Now I have nothing to do.
    I open all the cupboards. Bare.
    Because I don't have any money. And now Ren won't either because I made that douche's hand disappear. Whoops.
    I try to feel bad about it, but I can't. I want to set up a psychic shop or something, but Ren says no because it doesn't keep a “low profile.” Better to “disappear” me in an entry-level dive like Lue's tavern.
    Too bad I feel disappeared.
    I want to feel like me. I know the Reapers are bad. They're generally not Druid, and witches should mate Druids, end of convo.
    So why did it feel so good to kiss the Reapers?
    The mystery of my life.

CHAPTER SIX
    Brandon
     
    I move between the battered trucks and irreparable vehicles like slick oil. A fine drizzle falls, easing my passage.
    I'm descended from Mermaids by a quirk of circumstance. The warrior who kissed my mother the night she was bred by my Druid sire began a chain reaction of genetics through ancient magic. That makes me what I am. I can manipulate all forms of water—none as much as those that possess salt. The drizzle is a conduit to my fluidity, fighting—grace.
    I know I must appear to the women as a tall, dark apparition between a handy slot of vehicles.
    The giggling females stop mid-laugh, looking up at me.
    I turn on vampiric thrall with the ease of a light switch flicking to instant life.
    “Well, hello, girls.”
    The most fertile one does a come-hither hair toss. “Hey tall, dark, and handsome.”
    The most obvious of clichés.
    Works for me.
    I dial it up, not bothering with subtle. “Where's your car?”
    She moves closer, and my eyes stray to the other two. I lick my lips in anticipation. “You two, make yourselves busy somewhere.”
    One pouts at me, pretty in an average way with out-of-a-bottle red hair. “Where?” She crosses her arms under her fake tits like a living push-up bra.
    I give her slow perusal. “Somewhere else.”
    “God!” She stomps a foot and flounces off, her friend in tow. But not before she gives one more parting glance in my direction.
    I smirk. Too bad—looks like she wanted to be part of the fun.
    But tonight isn't about fun; it's about sucking and fucking a willing female.
    “Come,” I say, and she moves closer. A few drops of Druid blood hit my