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Her body was out of control, and it didn’t have anything to do with the liquor.
    He raised one eyebrow at her and motioned to the bartender. “What are you drinking?”
    “Hmmm, I’m thinking tall, bald and handsome for this round. I’m Isis, by the way.” She almost laughed aloud at the spark that lit his eyes.
    “I’m Braeden Hall. And you, Isis, are a sassy little bit and I love it. I can sense your magic, are you a witch, or sorceress?” He oozed a sensuality that only cambions possessed, and she would bet her store that he was one. He leaned toward her and she could smell his arousal.
    “I’m a witch, armed with lust spells. Interested?” If she wasn’t mistaken, that wasn’t a bat in his pants.
    He smirked and the look he gave her made her cream in her panties. “I can tell that you are the type of female that if I go back to one of these rooms with you, I’d be there all night. Unfortunately, I need to get home to my son.”
    His statement should have frightened her off, and she wondered why he would share this information with her. It wasn’t the best pickup line, but it did nothing to deter her. Quite the opposite, she found herself not only wildly attracted to him, but also intrigued, wanting to know more about him. A sudden unpleasant thought crossed her mind. He likely belonged to someone else.
    “Oh, you have a son. That must mean you have a mate. I would apologize for my forward behavior, but I can’t lie. You are sexy as hell, and I’m incredibly drawn to you.” The idea that he had another female in his bed didn’t sit well with her and it made absolutely no sense as to why. And, when she found herself holding her breath waiting for his answer, her confusion grew.
    “No, I have no one in my life. My son, Donovan, is six years old. Since his mother left me, it takes all my time and energy to care for him. He is a very active stripling.” She noticed the sadness when he talked about his son and his son’s mother.
    She was shocked that a female left him with their child. She’d never heard of a Fated Mate being able to separate like that, and even more, she couldn’t imagine a mother leaving their child behind. She wondered if his child was an Adorned. Given her own experience with her mother leaving her father, she could understand this female leaving if they weren’t mated.
    “Was she your mate? My mother recently found her Fated Mate, and my sister did as well, and I can’t imagine either one of them getting two feet from their mates.”
    “No, she wasn’t my mate. We had dated for a few decades before we had Donovan.”
    “So, your son is an Adorned. My sisters and I are, too,” she replied, surprised to find it easy to shift into casual conversation with Braeden.
    He cocked his head to the side and studied her. “How many sisters do you have?”
    “I have two, we’re triplets,” she said, sipping her drink and watching his reaction. She could scarcely make that comment and not have someone ask if she was one of the prophesied triplets.
    “Triplets are unheard of. Let alone Adorned triplets. I’ve only heard of one set in my three hundred fifty years. You must be one of the famed Rowan triplets.”
    “We have been told that we are the prophesied ones, but none of us buy into it. We’re simple business owners.” At his raised eyebrow, she continued. “My sisters and I own the Black Moon Sabbat. What do you do?”
    He had inched closer to her as they spoke. He was so close that she felt his heat radiating off his body. He reached out and ran his finger along her collarbone. She shuddered at his light touch, her nipples hardening with her arousal. Surprisingly, she found she wanted to get to know him as much as she wanted to throw him down and have her way.
    “I am an artist. I create metal sculptures that I sell to both humans and the realm.”
    “Wow, you don’t hear of realm members interacting with humans much. I’d love to see your work sometime. I’m always