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business meeting,” Daniel said, rising. He wasn't trying to impress Emilie after all; just being an attentive host.
    Vance nodded, apparently unconvinced. “White. How about candles?"
    "Do we have any black ones?"
    "No, but I can dig out the fake spider webs from last Halloween and whip up some eyeball soup."
    "Black candles absorb negativity. She'd probably appreciate it, after what happened at the store today."
    Glasses clinked and silverware chimed as Vance finished the place settings. “Guilt getting to you?"
    "It's not guilt. I just hadn't expected a frontal attack."
    Vance sighed. “Look, I know my situation hasn't helped your personal vendetta against magick—"
    "I don't have a personal vendetta against magick.” Daniel plunked down the wine bottle in the center of the table. “I don't have a vendetta against any one or anything."
    "You blame magick for what happened to Pop."
    "I blame Pop for what happened to Pop. And what happened to you. He got you involved—made you go off hunting werewolves like it was the family business or something. Look where you both ended up."
    Vance raised an eyebrow. “I'm not dead yet."
    "No, but how many full moons before you end up with a silver bullet in your butt? Someone saw you this time. Now they're looking for a rabid dog in the park. You were this close to attacking me. What if next time it's Bethany?"
    That thought sobered Vance. He stepped back from the table and dropped his gaze, concern clouding his features. “I could never hurt Beth. No matter what."
    "You don't know that. You don't know what you're capable of as a werewolf. And neither do I. You saw what you did to the padlock. And how many times do you want to wake up tasting squirrel?"
    "Uh. Did you have to bring that up? How'm I supposed to eat now?” Vance gave a theatrical shiver.
    "Seriously. This is more than just making sure you don't transform in the middle of your honeymoon. You could hurt someone, and if you do, how can I stop the other werewolf hunters from coming for you? Your own friends will have to hunt you. You don't want to die that way, do you?"
    Vance clapped Daniel on the back and gave him a reassuring look just as the doorbell rang. “I'm not going to die. That's why we've got Sabrina the Sexy Witch in our corner. Go let her in and let's get started on de-fanging me."
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    Vance Garrison looked nothing like his brother. His glossy black hair had the unruly look of a self-inflicted haircut. Sensitive dark eyes hid behind copper-colored wire-rimmed glasses, and his lanky build reminded Emilie of a long-distance runner.
    Unlike Daniel's somewhat stiff, gentlemanly manner, Vance seemed completely at ease with himself, his brother and their houseguest. By the time he poured her a second glass of wine, she felt like she'd known him all her life. She wasn't self-conscious talking about her family and even her coven. The twelve women with whom she met each month for moral support and friendship would have taken bids on the younger Garrison brother, if he hadn't already been engaged.
    "Tell me about your fiancée,” she said when they'd finished their meal and moved into the spacious living room. For a home occupied by two males, the place appeared neat, nicely decorated and well maintained. The Garrison house had a homey feel that Emilie wouldn't have expected of Daniel. She'd figured him for stainless steel, ergonomic furniture and lots of sleek glass and leather. Seeing him comfortably seated in a corduroy recliner negated some of the stuffy attitude she thought he possessed.
    "Beth and I met last year on a tour of Italy.” Vance swirled his wine, a fond reminiscence in his eyes. This was a man in love. “I'd never met anyone like her. She dazzled me."
    Emilie glanced at Daniel, who seemed genuinely pleased for his brother, then smiled at Vance. “She's not going to understand about you being a werewolf?"
    The dreamy look vanished from Vance's eyes. “She's a perfectly normal person.