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to reset the balance between dark and light, good gift and bad gift.
    “Thanks.” I shot him a smile, but he’d already whooshed to the table and collected the bad gift. The fire in his eyes told me his intent.
    “Don’t do it,” I protested, stalking up to him.
    “What’s going on?” Adrian interjected, placing a glass of blood on the table for Jonas.
    We ignored his worried stare, our gazes locked.
    “What do you think I am doing, my little warrior?” Jonas’s soft voice carried a challenge in its depth.
    I stiffened. “You’re going to destroy it.”
    “Am I?”
    “Yes.” I grasped the front of the box and tugged but he held firm. “That’s your job, after all. Destroy anyone and anything that comes after me.”
    “Think again, Little Warrior.”
    “I know what I want to do with it.” I pulled and this time he let me have it. I strode to the fridge and stored it on the bottom shelf by the eggs and bacon.
    “And what is that, Little Warrior?”
    The cool metal of the fridge shot chills down my back as I leaned against the fridge. “Lily and Faith return from their witch sabbatical in Sonoma in a few days. I want them to check out the box.”
    Lily, my favorite sushi restaurateur and a powerful witch, had closed her restaurant and departed with Faith, my psychic best friend and a white witch in training for witch boot camp. If anyone could unlock the mystery of the box, they could.
    Jonas didn’t smile—he never did—but his eyes gleamed with approval. “Continue.”
    “We can’t trash the box. It was booby-trapped, so maybe it left a trace of—” I shrugged, “—a magic spell trail or some kind of witch or warlock fingerprints we can follow. Maybe a magical signature? I don’t know exactly what, but there has to be something.”
    I pushed off the fridge. “We know he’s not working with Brigid, since we have that evil witch in custody, but if Lily and Faith can find his new witch or warlock, maybe he or she can lead us to Dixon.”
    Jonas slid an arm around Adrian and yanked him against his side, but his gaze never wavered from mine. He nodded his approval. Va bene, my little warrior.
    We’ve switched to a mind chat because … ?
    Adrian worries. I sense his distress.
    You softie, I teased, but he was right. I couldn’t feel Adrian’s distress as Jonas could, but I’d known Adrian longer, intimately, and could easily see the affect our conversation had on him, in the tightness around his eyes and the hard line of his clenched jaw.
    I kissed Adrian’s smooth cheek. “Thanks for caring.” I then planted a quick peck on Jonas’s. “Thanks for the prezzie.”
    He didn’t respond but I knew he loved the affection. Though only from me or Adrian. Anyone else who dared touch The Executioner would lose a hand. Or their head.
    “Love you, guys.” I bolted from the room. With club business completed and an action plan to trace Dixon in place, I had other business to accomplish—my video date with a six foot three, bedroom-eyed, panty-melting, hot man.
    I was so ready for some virtual lovin’.

Three
    “Right there, you see?” I sat cross-legged on the bed in Adrian’s guest bedroom, aka my home away from home, facing the headboard and the big bay window behind it.
    Alexander’s gorgeous face grew larger as he leaned in closer to his screen. “No.”
    “Sure you do.” I mimicked his movement then bared my teeth, giving him a close-up of my pearly whites.
    Husky laughter. “Nope.”
    I sat back and crossed my arms with a huff. My laptop bobbled on its pillow perch in front of me. “Well, they’re there, I can assure you.” I poked a canine. “It’s pointy. Just not super pointy.”
    “I’m sure they’re fangtastic.”
    I raised my fists in fight stance. “I’d so drop you if you were here.”
    Alexander’s sexy as sin lips curled upward, his blue-gray eyes sparking with amusement. “Is that so?”
    “Yep.”
    He shot me a smoldering, knee-wobbling look. Good thing I