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channeled her energy through her core and focused on letting it pour through her palms to melt the snow.
    Chimes sounded off in the background and signaled the stroke of midnight and the beginning of the winter solstice.
    Spells that dealt with time were sensitive—anything could happen to change what she saw and she’d never know what fate, destiny or whatever higher power wanted her to witness.
    With a snap, each candlewick burst into an otherworldly cerulean flame.
    Indigo, shade of twilight deep,
    Tell me this secret of yours to keep,
    One by one, she gathered the other ingredients and sprinkled them into the clear water with the power of her enchanted words.
    Through shadows of midnight,
    Through sun and light,
    Lift the veil of time this night,
    Show me the thread of fate for Caden Roarke,
    As I will it, so mote it be .
    With a flick of her thumb, she snapped off the top of the ashes and cast it into the four cardinal directions.
    Fog rumbled over the floor, alive with an invisible force. Her vision dimmed and the room began to vibrate. Unable to see, she opened her senses.
    Something didn’t feel right. She pushed to her feet, but stumbled forward instead. Glass clanked against hard wood. Copper and iron filled her nostrils seconds before a bright red flash broke through the blacked shroud over her ethereal sight. A burst of wind gut-punched her and for the second time that night she fell.

CHAPTER THREE
    H e tasted magick in the cold winter air. Brittle and tangy but there was no mistake. Magick and mischief tainted the town and that pointed back to only one place. One witch.
    The woman would be the death of him and it would come by either their shared passion for all-nighters or her aversion to the law.
    He could sense her unique signature in the spell work. Witches had no idea how vulnerable they were to a shifter’s scent, especially to one with a badge. Hiding was next to impossible which made his job easier, but tonight he wished it didn’t. He wished he didn’t have to be here doing the last thing he ever imagined.
    Power surged through his veins, and Caden loved the thrill of adrenaline that hit him like a two-ton bull with anger issues.
    His wolf woke, stretched and hungered to come out and play. A second wave of magick rolled over him and he cracked his window and inhaled.
    Exotic and appetizing. He could still taste her on his lips from their time together a couple of nights ago. His wolf growled in agreement. Vanilla wrapped in a sinful citrus made to drive him fucking crazy. He swallowed down the urge for one more taste of everything that made up his sweet Harmony McKenna. God, he could live off the way her essence charged his system.
    A trail of sensation ran down his spine and tightened his balls. His dick grew hard until he felt the bite of his zipper. “Fuck me.” Why did it have to be him? His town? His girl?
    He groaned against the strain that gnawed at him. Silence unfolded, his smoky breath the only movement on the dead street. Fingers buried in his thighs, Caden took a deep breath, desperate for a distraction.
    His beast pushed against the paper-thin shroud that separated the man from his wolf. Acutely aware of the full moon hanging above, Caden pinched the bridge of his nose but it did nothing to block or weaken her allure.
    He had a duty to perform, but the wolf didn’t care one way or the other. The only thing his inner self could focus on was the witch responsible for the ache that tied them both in knots for the last two full moons.
    Instinct drove his compass and demanded he claim a mate, and his wolf wanted Harmony. They’d danced around the subject, leaving it a casual rendezvous and friends with benefits, but when she looked his way, her emerald eyes shone with something that went deeper than their casual hookups. And that scared him to death.
    Since she arrived in Sweet Briar Hollow to care for her aunt, their torrid affair had gone from sizzling to soul scorching in a