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Melinda said baldly, staring at Basil as if he’d lost his last two brain cells.
    “What do you mean immune?”
    “I mean, she’s a member of my family. We’re all immune to magic. It can’t be cast on us at all.”
    Thinking back to the encounter, he had to disagree. “But she was falling for my mystique.”
    Melinda shook her head but he could see the laughter trying to get out. “It wasn’t your mystique she was interested in, it was probably your hot body.”
    Basil stared at her, stunned. “You mean she finds me attractive even if she doesn’t feel the spell?”
    “Yes.” Melinda gave him a smile. “Just as I find your brother attractive without his. Sometimes it’s more chemical attraction than magical.” She set down the book she was reading before he’d barged in. “I know my cousin very well and she has horrible taste in men. She probably shoved you away because she didn’t want to fall for another sexy deadbeat.”
    Basil stood up straight and looked down his nose at his future sister-in-law. “I am king and have been for four hundred years. I am one of the strongest of my kind and I can shower her with all the fur and jewels she requires. If I am not enough, then her standards are too high.”
    “My cousin isn’t interested in your jewels and if you give her a fur, be prepared for a long lecture on animal rights. Cora isn’t like the women you usually have sex with. She’s independent. She wants someone to be her partner, not her keeper.”
    Basil stared at Melinda. He knew he was missing some strange underlying message the woman was trying to get through, but he couldn’t quite grasp it. “She doesn’t want my money?”
    “No.”
    “And my mystique doesn’t work on her?”
      “No.” Melinda smiled. She really was a pretty girl. Not as pretty as her cousin but his brother could’ve done worse.
    “What does she want with me?”
    Melinda sighed. “At this point I’m guessing she just wants your body. It’s been so long she probably has cobwebs in her vagina. I’d give her a few days to calm down and then give her a call.”
      “Can’t you demand she come here and help you with your wedding?”
    Melinda shook her head. “I’m willing to bet she’s already trying to find people to take her place. Cora might be sneaky but she’s predictable in her own way. She always runs from confrontation.”
    Basil tried to think of a better way to capture the woman who his soul screamed belonged to him. “So if you wanted to capture our elusive Cora, what would you do?”
    “I’d send her flowers.” Melinda held up her hand, palm towards him to indicate no interruptions. “Don’t empty out the greenhouse or buy out a flower market, just send her a dozen daisies.”
    “Daisies? But they are so…”
    “Simple? Elegant?”
    “Cheap,” Basil said in disgust. “Can’t I throw in some roses also?”
    Melinda shrugged. “You could but she’s always loved daisies—the brighter the better.”
    “This romancing thing is hard,” Basil admitted. He should’ve known his mate wouldn’t be easy. After all, it had taken him hundreds of years to find her—why would getting her be any easier?
    The door to the den swung open and slammed against the wall. “How could you?” Deva shrieked.
    “How could I what?”
    Skintight leather pants and a red silk top that dipped low between her breasts highlighted Deva’s perfect form. Her white flesh glowed against the vibrant colours. Basil had bedded her once but found her too power-hungry for his tastes.
    “It’s all over the castle how you went chasing after that little girl. I won’t stand by and let you make a queen out of a mere human.”
    Melinda jumped to her feet, her book heedlessly falling to the ground. “I was once one of those ‘mere’ humans and so were you,” she hissed.
    Deva flushed. “I didn’t mean you, my lady.”
    “No, you meant my cousin. I can tell you that my cousin would make a fine queen if she ever