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need urging; he closed the distance between them and tumbled her to her back. They fought, clawed and finally rocked together until Gregori bit her and she returned the favour.
    After the storm, he cuddled her against him, stroking his hands over her body as if learning her again.
    For five years, they had slept in the same bed every morning, and the day apart seemed to have shaken Gregori. He held her tight, his lips pressed to her neck. He stilled, and she could feel the day begin outside. He only needed to doze during the day, and he could stay awake if needed. Max smiled and let sleep creep in on her. She still needed her regular naps. Now, was as good a time as any.
     
    At noon, she levered herself out of his embrace and took a shower. She used the second exit to the bathing room and entered her walk-in closet. Tights, high-heeled sandals and a long belted tunic with the pattern of a forest with silvery trees on it.
    She twisted her hair up into a loose bun and pinned it in place with long silver spikes. With a swing her in step, she headed out of her closet and down the stairs. She found Raven and Hellebore easily. They were sitting together in the dining room with Anthony on duty.
    “Morning, ladies.”
    Raven smiled. “Morning, Max. I have called Eyleno. He will be here this afternoon.”
    “Excellent.”
    “He’s bringing my dress.”
    Hellebore chuckled. “I am falling on the mercy of my hostess.”
    “Not an issue, Hells, Galfor has left a few gowns for just such an occasion, but if you would come with me this afternoon, I have a few places I would like to visit.”
    The ladies looked surprised, but they nodded. “Sure.”
    Raven smiled, “Happy Turning Day.”
    Hellebore blinked, “That’s right. Happy Turning Day.”
    “Thank you, but apparently, it doesn’t kick in until after the moment at which I was bitten. So, at nine P.M., it is Turning Night.” She shrugged. “Vampire rules. It isn’t like I was actually turned after all.”
    Raven smiled. “You became something else. That counts as a turning in my book.”
    Max sat down and Anthony brought her her normal breakfast of eggs, toast, bacon, sausage and a cupcake.
    Hellebore giggled, “You get cupcakes for breakfast?”
    “Just seeing it improves my mood. Anthony picked up on that and now the rest of the staff chips in to get me one every morning.” Max smiled; the cupcakes were actually high-fibre muffins dressed up to look more attractive, but there was no reason to share that tidbit. The staff at the Guild Master’s residence always had her back.
    Raven sipped at her coffee. “What is on the agenda today?”
    “At four in the afternoon, we are going to return to the place this whole mess started. From there, we will follow my path until I ended up here.”
    “Do we get to head into the desert?” Raven smirked.
    “No, we are going to stop at the point where I was offered a chance at my life versus heading into the wilds in search of Gregori.”
    Hellebore snorted. “Pity. I have always wanted to perform at Burning Man.”
    “Get there on your own time, Hells.” Max wrinkled her nose.
    They finished breakfast, and Anthony brought them each a change of clothing. A wardrobe for visiting shifters was always kept on hand. With his trained eye, Anthony could always find something appropriate for the visitors.
    Raven turned the burgundy leather over in her hands. “Really?”
    Max finished her meal and laughed, “It matches your eyes.”
    Hellebore had a pile of clothing in blue and scarlet. It would be eye catching to say the least.
    Anthony cleared his throat. “Mistress Galfor has just arrived, Apprentice. She wishes to do a final fitting for this evening.”
    Max sighed. “Fine. Ladies, Anthony will get you anything that you need, and I believe that Galfor has brought a few extra gowns, with lacing, Raven.”
    Raven grimaced. “Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish that I had a tolerance for magic, and then there is a baby that