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for me, I had been content to sip a chocolate milkshake at the burger place. I studied Dominic’s intense gaze and sensed him pleading with me to agree. “And if I don’t kill her?”
    “She’ll turn me all the way.” He ran his hand over the soft sofa. “I’m afraid once I’m turned, I’ll still want you for my own. We’re meant to be together. Only I won’t be able to control myself once I’ve been fully turned.”
    I felt as if I’d slipped into a very deep well, and there was no way to fight my way out of the blackness. “Great.”
    Why couldn’t he have wanted Debbie Damint, the hottest blonde bombshell at school? She had perfect school scores, perfect nails—I glanced quickly down at my fingernails, broken and chipped as usual—beautiful figure, great in sports, had tons of girlfriends and boyfriends. She was the girl I loved to hate most.
    “Nope, not Debbie Damint.” His lips curved up while his eyes sparkled with amusement.
    “You haven’t even seen her. All the guys make fools of themselves over her.”
    “There’s only one whom I desire to make a fool of myself over.”
    Were all vampires as charming as Dominic? Did they get a special class in it?
    “You bring it out in me, Marissa.”
    “Quit reading my thoughts!” Jeez, I really had to concentrate on keeping him out of my mind.
    The grin still tugged at his lips.
    “Okay,” I said, hoping to change the subject again. “So if I don’t help you, she turns you into a full-fledged vampire, and you’ll be able to get into my house anytime you want? Great, now what have I done? The first time my parents ever let me stay home alone, and I have screwed up big time.”
    “If you kill her, all will be well,” he said, as if he were telling me I could bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies, which, for all of my other failings, I was very good at if I say so myself.
    But this was not about cooking. Unless I cooked the vamp, somehow. “Jeez, Dominic. How in the world am I going to be able to kill her? I’m not very good at witch’s spells.”
    His fingers drew closer to me, as if he were reaching out, trying to console me for feeling so inadequate. “You not only distracted Lynetta, the spell you chanted bothered her enough that she began to loosen her grip on my wrists.” His words were said with pride, and he even puffed out his chest a little.
    The spell had worked after all? Wow. I’d had Kate confine my wrists so I could practice the incantation, but I didn’t think I’d really mastered it. The spell was great for self-defense, if I could get the hang of it in a pinch—which considering how it helped Dominic, I guess I had learned it all right.
    “You used a release spell, didn’t you?” His eyes still showed great admiration.
    “Yes, I did.” So, he wasn’t disappointed that I was a witch after all? Most humans didn’t really want to get involved with them.
    “You saved me,” Dominic simply said.
    Partially satisfied, I nodded. Though I couldn’t understand why the vamp hadn’t fully released him then.
    “She’s an ancient and awfully powerful. Plus, you’re not a fully-trained witch, are you?”
    That bothered me. Again, I wondered why he didn’t seek out a witch with greater abilities. It wouldn’t be hard to find one. “No, I’m not fully trained. We all advance at different rates. Uhm…” I clutched my fingers together and couldn’t look at him, but I thought he should know the truth. “Some say I’m a, well, a…” I hated to say what others teased me mercilessly about, “…a slow learner.”
    He shrugged as if to indicate it didn’t mean anything to him, but seemed anxious about what to say to console me. Finally, he reached out and touched my hand. “Yeah, but they don’t have lifemates whose destinies are written in the stars.”
    I wanted to groan out loud. I was a slow learner and was to be mated with a vampiric human whose old flame wanted me dead. How was this a good thing? “So then,