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  “I want you,” he said, and it was so straightforward that I couldn’t help myself. Tears started running down my cheeks.

  He stepped closer, and pulled me into him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and cried.

  “Nema threatened that if I didn’t break up with you, she would hurt my parents,” he said into my hair. I looked up at his face.

  “Then why didn’t you?”

  “Well, besides loving you, I couldn’t get a chance to do anything about it. When we fought that night, I was trying to figure out what to do. The next day, she warned me by hurting my dad.”

  “It’s all my fault; I’m so sorry,” the burden of what had happened because of me pushed down on my shoulders. I had brought so much misery into this man’s life just because I was a witch. Even if he were a fae, I still felt horrible.

  “It’s okay. Because to be honest with you, right now, I don’t care about her threats. I can work it out. Right now, I just want you. I want you to know that I love you, and I’ll fight to have you. Even if it means that I have to fight you.” He added the last bit with one of his skewed grins.

  “Well, you don’t have to worry,” I said, pulling away from him, “I won’t fight you, and Nema doesn’t have the authority to threaten you anymore.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m high priestess now. And if I don’t want the coven to hurt your parents, they’re not allowed to.”

  He smiled again, and I hugged him. It felt better now, now that he was back here, holding me. We stood like that for a while. Then he tipped my head up and lowered his lips down to kiss me.

  I closed my eyes, but before I felt his lips on mine, I heard his smooth voice.

  “Won’t this be so much worse, now that you’re the high priestess?”

  “It will,” I said, opening my eyes. How important was I to him? Would he want this?

  “Well, we’ll cross that rope bridge when we get there. Right now, I just want to love you.”

  I closed my eyes again and he kissed me, making me melt. My body warmed up at his touch, making me feel like every bit of me that had died over the past week or so was being revived. This wasn’t going to be easy; I knew it wasn’t. But I was strong, and I was the boss, in my town anyway. So whatever came now, I felt sure I could deal with it. How bad could it really be?

  I refused to answer that question for myself.

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