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, aren’t you?”
    Genevieve’s back went ramrod straight. “So what if I am? You got something to say about it?”
    “Nope. Not a word. Except, if you want to make a fool of yourself over him again, go for it. Just know that the town isn’t laughing with you, they’re laughing at you.”
    Her fists clenched at her sides. “You’re just begging for a piece of me, Glor.”
    Awakening, the wolf raised his head, his lips pulling tight over his fangs.
    “Don’t listen to them,” Godiva cooed at him. She smothered her fingers over his thick fur, giving her sisters a pointed glare. “They’re showing their stupidity, and it’s quite embarrassing.”
    “We’re not embarrassing,” Glory said. “You’re embarrassing! You treat that mutt better than you treat your beloved sisters.”
    “With good reason.”
    As they argued, anticipation and nervousness zinged through Genevieve’s veins. Not for the proposed trip into hell, but for the coming night. Now that she’d decided to do it, to love-potion the pants right off of Hunter, she didn’t want to waste another minute. “Glory, I’d like to talk with you privately,” she said sweetly. She motioned to the living room with a tilt of her chin. “I don’t want to fight.”
    “I don’t believe you.”
    “Okay, stay here then. I’m sure the wolf won’t regain full strength soon and be disoriented and afraid. He won’t fly into a rampage and—”
    Glory jolted backward with a gasp. “Alright. Fine.” One tiny step, two, she scooted around the table, around the wolf. “I’ll meet you in the living room.”
    Dissatisfied with such a gradual pace, Genevieve reached out, grabbed her younger sister’s hand, and tugged her into the next room. In the center, she whirled. She was almost bubbling over. Tonight might be the night all her dreams came true… . Glory’s love potions were legendary. Each sister specialized in a different area of magic. While she herself wielded the darkest power, that over vengeance, Godiva’s strength was in healing, both spiritual and physical, and Glory’s was in love.
    “I want to drink one of your love potions. And don’t say no.”
    Glory pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. “How about: hell, no.”
    “Please.”
    “Nein. Nay. Non.”
    She pushed out a frustrated breath. “Why not?”
    “Evie,” her sister said, her expression softening, “he’s not good enough for you. When are you going to realize that? I’m more inclined to turn him into an impotent troll than help you win his affections.”
    “It’s one night, Glor. What can that hurt?”
    “It wouldn’t be one night for you. You’d want more.”
    True. So true. Deep down, she hoped Hunter would be so enthralled by her that he’d become addicted to her touch. “If he doesn’t want me after the potion, I’ll take a blood oath never to speak to him again.” A small lie, really, since she only planned to leave out one word. Never.
    “Sorry.”
    “Please. I’ll bake those eye of newt muffins you love so much.”
    “Oh, you bitch. I love those.” Several minutes passed in thick, brooding silence, before she shook her head. “Nope, sorry. I simply can’t allow you to endure more hurt because of him.”
    “I’ll wreak vengeance upon your greatest enemy. I’ll go total witch on their ass.”
    Glory opened her mouth, then closed it with a snap. Opened. Closed. Her hazel eyes gleamed hopefully, glowing with otherworldly power like they did just before a spell. “Horrible, painful vengeance?”
    “Yes.”
    “Even if it’s, say, against Falon Ryis?”
    “Hunter’s best friend? He’s your greatest enemy?” Genevieve blinked in surprise. “I didn’t know you and Falon had even spoken to each other. Ever.”
    Glory’s jaw clenched stubbornly. “I’m not going to explain. You make his life miserable, I’ll give you the potion. Take it or leave it.”
    She didn’t have to think about her answer. “I’ll take it.”
    Glory