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psychiatrist? Are you unwell?” He sniffed at the air. She didn’t smell of mental illness.
    Her head turned around, the eyes he could now see had as much gray in them as they did blue stared back at him. “Are you serious or just playing some kind of a game?
    Because I know the wolf earlier could see how horrendous I looked.”
    “You are of petite stature. Your breasts are round and look like they would fill up my hands.” She sucked in her breath as he said his words but he wasn’t done. “You have brownish-blondish hair. I will call it whatever color you would like me to call it. Your eyes are … beautiful. Blue, gray. Your nose is not askew. By contrast, I would call it pert. Your chin is stubborn. All in all, if you were not a witch, I would call you a pixie.” She was silent for two seconds before tears slid down her face. Silent, she did not wipe them away. Neither did she slip into hysterics. “I used to look as you described me.”
    “It’s how you look to me.”
    “How?” She shook her head.
    “I’m your mate. I see you as you are, witch.”
    “My name is Liz. Stop calling me witch.”
    He felt a smile twitch at his mouth. He’d gotten the name. Already, he’d made progress. If only it would be as easy to get her to save his pack.

    Chapter Two
    Elizabeth Willow wondered if she had been dropped on her head. The concussion could at least explain all of the odd things happening. Her day had started out like any other one. She’d endured her servitude to the hell-twins, making sure they ate all their favorite foods before she cleaned up the mess they’d made in their hotel rooms.
    Finally, when they’d had their fill of Virginia Beach, she’d put them in the car, seen to it they had their favorite movies available to watch on DVD, and driven them to New York City. They wanted to see The Lion King on Broadway. Again. Because a thirty-year-old couldn’t see it too many times, could they?
    Now there was this big mess with Rex Kane—not just any wolf but Prince of the Royal Westervelt Wolf Pack—the most famous witch-killing wolves on the planet. She shivered at the thought even as watching Rex’s strong profile gave her goosebumps for very different reasons.
    “Look, Rex, this whole mating thing…”
    He interrupted her. “What about it?” Goddess, he was so prickly. She hadn’t said anything and already he jumped down her throat.
    “I don’t think your being able to see me un-cursed is a reason to feel I’m your mate. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m so glad you can.” So glad she might start bawling at any moment, but he didn’t need to know. “I just think you’d be better off with someone else.” Rex nodded. “I agree.”
    He did? Elizabeth’s treacherous heart fell into her stomach. What was the matter with her? She didn’t want this wolf.
    “But I don’t exactly get a say, so we’ll both just go with it, shall we?” She sat up straighter. “What?”
    “I don’t decide who my mate is. Fate decided and my wolf informed me it was you.
    So we’re both going to have to decide why fate thought it was amusing to put us together.”
    “Let me get this straight.” She placed her bound hands on his arm, needing to know she had his full attention. The muscles beneath her fingertips were hard and well defined.
    As fast as she could manage, she let go. “You don’t want to be mated to me?”
    “It’s not a question of want. Did I desire a mate? Yes, of course. Would I have preferred you not to be a witch? Absolutely.”
    “Well, I’m so sorry to disappoint.” Asshole .
    She shifted in her seat again. This van was horribly uncomfortable. She’d spent nights inside of small hotel room closets more comfortable than this hellish vehicle. What was the matter with her? What did she care? He was nothing to her. Less than nothing.
    He was a creature to be deplored, to be destroyed if she could manage it, which, of course, she could not.
    Rex would probably be thrilled to