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room now.”
    “Won’t you sit down and eat with
me?” he asked politely.
    She shook her head. “No. I’m not
hungry. Besides, I have to prepare the guest room. It’s not often I
have visi—actually, that’s not true,” she ended quietly. “I never have visitors. You’re my first.”
    She turned and left before he
could say another word.
     
    * * * *
     
    Changing the sheets on his bed
was a welcome change. Zora couldn’t stay another minute with him in
the other room. He was so attractive, his energy was starting to
consume her.
    Two days and he would be gone,
she thought. Two days and Morganna’s curse wouldn’t see the light
of day.
     
    * * * *
     
    “That’s what you think, my
sweet, little Zora,” Morganna murmured as she gazed into her
crystal ball. “I have to hand it to you, though. Changing your
appearance was ingenious. It seems I’ve underestimated you. You’re
much brighter than your ancestors, who all failed to save their
true love’s fate.”
    She waved a hand and the image
of Zora tucking the bed covers under the mattress began to fade and
then disappeared.
    Anger welled in Morganna’s
breast. She would not lose this one. In the past seven hundred
years, she’d never lost one. All her descendants had ended with the
same fate. Death and despair, and Zora was going to be no
different!
    “If you think your little
appearance spell can change your destiny, think again,” she
hissed.
    Raising her hands, she closed
her eyes and said, “For every warmth he feels, for every stir in
his heart, a part of your true self will be revealed. When love
finally appears, so will your true appearance.”
    There. The spell was cast. The
Lycan had already discovered parts of Zora’s beauty, her eyes, her
voice, her kindness.
    “The Lycan beast is even
starting to feel compassion for her.” She cackled with evil mirth.
“It’s only a matter of time before he falls in love with her.”

Chapter Four
     
     
    Zora drew a cursory look around
her guest room to see if she’d missed anything. Her gaze caught the
light film of dust on the dresser. She scowled. It seemed like she
dusted every other day. She went into the hall, opened her cleaning
cupboard, reached for her dust rag and went back to the bedroom. As
she wiped the dresser, her gaze caught her reflection in the
mirror, making her wince.
    Without warning, sadness
engulfed her. She would have liked to experience affection, love,
and passion. A first kiss, she mused sadly. It wasn’t just his
handsome looks that affected her, it was more. She saw how he tried
to cover his shock when he’d learned she was the one who’d been
singing. He was kind if he was concerned about hurting an old
witch’s feelings, she thought.
    She stared at her face,
wistfully, trying to imagine their first kiss. Slowly, Zora’s
expression fell. He could never even hold her hand.
    She stared at her eyes. They
were the only thing out of place. She could see her old self in
them. On some subconscious level, had she left that part of herself
out of her spell? Had it been vanity, pride?
    Zora scowled at her reflection.
It didn’t matter. He couldn’t see her, the real her, no matter how
pretty her eyes were. He could never love her in her hideous state.
He might have been kind to her, but he still saw her as a lonely,
ugly, old witch.
    It was as it should be. None of
her ancestors had been able to save their true loves, but she was
going to be the first.
    I wish I had never met him. I
wish he’d never loved me , her mother had always told her soon
after Zora’s father had died and her mother had met her true love. I would have preferred a life never knowing him, never loving
him .
    That’s when Zora’s plan had been
formed. She’d resolved at the tender age of nine to be in control
of her destiny. It was simple. She would make sure her true love
never fell in love with her. Meeting him, however, had always been
a certainty. In all Zora’s ancestry, Morganna’s