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backpack,
making the sexiest little grunting noises in apparent frustration, before
finally pulling out a small magnifying glass. “Until I found something a little
unusual. A symbol here in this spot.” She pointed to a family banner placed on
the wall in the background.
    Grae sighed. This was going nowhere. “Rena, that symbol
simply represents one of the brothers. There are four of them throughout the
card.”
    She shook her head furiously. “Hold on. Let me finish.
That's what I thought, too. But more research and digging into the symbol tell
things differently. In the 1800s when your crest was developed, that symbol
didn't stand for a witch but a different being all together. An empath.”

 
 
    Chapter Two

 
    “What? That's not possible.” His patience appeared to wear
thin. “There are four of those symbols in the family banners and they represent
each male witch born to the curse. The damn curse that kept my brothers and me
virtually apart since we became adults.” He slammed his fist down on the table,
scattering the cards. “Ms. Gallagher, I don't know what game you're playing
here but I've had enough.” He stalked around the desk and grabbed her arm.
    His anger seared her body like the sharp edge of a knife
thrust into her arm. The emotions poured through her as she tried to sift
through his pain and anger of the suffering he and his brothers had endured
over the years. The pent up frustrations slammed into her body with the force
of a Mack truck, and spots appeared in her vision as the blood rushed from her
head.
    “What the hell?” He jerked his hand back from her arm as if
he'd been burned. “What is going on here?” He shook his hand and arm,
attempting to shake her off.
    She wondered if he even realized that his dark emotions were
now swimming through her system, fighting for purchase. She'd learned to fend
off many different feelings from people around her, and for the most part was
successful. But this—she hesitated, testing the sensations, seemed
different. Stronger and aggressive. A battle waged within her as his passion
and drive struggled to survive inside her.
    “I think I'm going to faint,” she barely whispered, then
suddenly pitched forward in the chair, noticing the unmistakable look of horror
that crossed his face as she fell.

 
    Rena woke with a start. Her eyes darted around the room as
she tried to figure out what happened and where she was. She couldn't remember
where she'd last been. Looking to her right, her eyes fixated on a bureau with
some books and papers stacked on top of it. As she continued to take in her
surroundings her thoughts focused, and she remembered she had come to visit
Graelen Scott to tell him what she'd found. The memory of his anger over her
information rushed through her as she recalled the level of fury and distrust
that had transferred to her when he touched her. The intensity arching between
them in that moment frightened her.
    Lifting her head, she swung her gaze in the opposite
direction to realize she was lying in a bed and she wasn't alone. Without
looking at his face, she instantly knew that Graelen lay beside her. After that
touch she'd recognize his aura anywhere from now on. He’d crossed his arms over
his chest and his hands rested on the sleek fabric of his shirt. Inexplicably,
she found herself imagining what he would look like without clothes. His slacks
molded to lean, muscular legs and cupped an impressive package, considering his
relaxed state.
    Wouldn't I like to know what he's dreaming about?
    Rena laughed at the incredulous thought and jerked her gaze
away. She barely knew this man yet now she was wondering about his sexual
dreams. That must have been some touch. Was there such a thing as sexual power
when it came to people like him?
    She gingerly touched the soft tips of her fingers to her
forehead searching for a sore spot. With the crazy train of her thoughts she must
have suffered a head wound when she fell.
    When she