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at her.
    His deep rumbling chuckle shook her from her reverie and she realized she’d been staring. “Do you see anything you like, witch?” His tone held a teasing warmth as he gestured to himself from head to toe. Following his hand all the way down, she noticed an extremely large bulge that tightened the front of his jeans.
    She swallowed hard as she recalled her dream with him last night and liquid heat pooled between her legs and dampened her panties. Then fear and the remaining adrenaline brought her back to reality. How could a flesh and blood man invade her dreams? Could this man really be Stone?
    “Who are you?” she demanded, ignoring his question.
    “You already know who I am. The more appropriate question is who are you and why have I come to find you.” He crossed muscular arms over his chest and grinned while he waited for her to ask.
    An overwhelming curiosity had her inviting him in before she could think better of it. Her intuition was blissfully silent and she took that as a good sign. But her pussy screamed to be introduced more intimately.
    Thankfully, her roommate wasn’t fucking an entire football team in the living room, like she was last time Alyssa came home. She tossed her purse on the counter and grabbed two bottled waters from the fridge. She handed one to Stone who had already made himself comfortable on her couch. “So who am I?” she asked, as her fingers itched to trace the strong lines of his body. “Why did you come to find me? And who the hell are you?” Alyssa settled herself on the opposite end of the couch where she could watch him, and waited for him to dissolve at any instant.
    He took his time studying her as she had him. Finally, he twisted the cap off the bottle of water and swallowed half in two large gulps. “You,” he pointed toward her, “are Alyssandra de Klatch, First Princess of the Klatch. And I’ve told you for years, one day I’d find you and we could finally be together.”
    Shock traveled all the way to her gut. When she dreamed of him, he’d always called her Alyssandra or Princess. That was one of the reasons she’d always assumed he was purely a product of her overactive imagination. All of this was crazy, but something inside her knew he wasn’t lying. But a princess? Not likely.
    “Stone,” she whispered. I might be losing my mind, but if I get to be insane with him for the rest of my life, I’ll take that over what I’ve lived for the past twenty-three years.
    He nodded, his lopsided smile making his dimple more pronounced. “Yes, you remember me.” He looked pleased. “If you’d taken better care of yourself, witch, then you wouldn’t have had to subsist on dreams. Since I’m here now, we can rectify that situation.”
    She blushed as she realized exactly what his definition of “rectify” was. “Stop calling me witch and just answer the rest of my questions!” Or throw me on the floor now, and we can talk later…
    He shook his head. “Your heritage is very strong.” He rubbed his stomach and chuckled. “As well as the rest of you. But you are a witch. A Klatch witch.”
    She narrowed her eyes at him. “You said my name was Alyssandra de Klatch. But that still doesn’t make me a witch. And I was born Alyssa Moss.”
    “No, actually you were stolen from your true family by Cunts.”
    “Excuse me?” she demanded, shocked he would use the offensive term in front of her. “I’m far from prudish, but I hate that word.”
    “As you should.” He laughed, the warm sexy sound, which had melted her in her dreams, even now caused her nipples to tighten against her thin cotton top. His eyes zeroed in on her shirt as if he knew. She blushed and looked away. “My apologies. You have lived among the humans for far too long to understand my reference. Long ago, the Klatch had a civil war and split into two factions, the original Klatch and a new faction who called themselves Cunts.”
    Alyssa snorted in disbelief. “You’ve got to