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them, but…
    Yeah. Some days being the eldest sucked donkey balls.
    He took a deep breath. He had to place himself in the right frame of mind necessary to cast the spell, or it really would turn into a love spell. If that happened, not only would Gareth be FUBAR, but so would Gen.
    Nothing was ever hurting Gen again. Not even him. He was willing to promise on his wolf never to do anything to harm her if only she’d forgive him.
    His hands shook as he closed the circle, barring anyone else from entering the room. This was it, one of the defining moments of his life. His ancestor’s spell would determine the course of the rest of his life.
    It had better fucking pick the only Godwin worth her father’s sperm.
    He closed his eyes and tried to picture a generic female, one without those amazing eyes and shining blonde hair. One who didn’t radiate power and innocence in equal measure. One whose sweet, generous soul had brushed against his own and left it raw and bleeding when she disappeared.
    Shit.
    No. If this was going to work, he had to think in general terms, or the karmic backlash of the Law of Three would destroy them both. For him, as a wizard, it would be bad. For a warlock, and one of the Goddess’s Own, it would be… He couldn’t even begin to imagine it. The power an Own held was tremendous. Driving an Own insane with a love spell?
    He shuddered.
    Instead, he concentrated on all of the things he desired in a mate. Sweet to his dark, soft where he was hard. A woman who would smooth his rough edges, help him navigate the shark-infested waters of the wizard court. A woman who understood his nature was both human and not, someone who accepted the wolf within him.
    Someone who made his heart beat faster with just a smile.
    Someone he could picture rocking his future children to sleep.
    He could feel the power building within him. He’d written down his wishes in red ink, the color of passion, ready to be burned in the cauldron. He knew the exact moment when the spell’s tension had reached the breaking point, when he either had to make a move or stop, wait and recast another time when the stars were properly aligned.
    Gareth was done with waiting. If he didn’t cast the spell now, call Ge—his mate, to him today, he was terrified he’d lose her forever.
    That was unacceptable.
    Gareth reached into the pocket of his purple silk robe and pulled out a wand crafted especially for this ritual, and smiled. He’d made his wand of apple wood, knowing it was a wood associated with love. Zach would probably shit a brick if he saw it, but Gareth didn’t care. For the first time ever, Gareth was casting a spell just as much with his heart as his head.
    He would love his mate. Hell, if he was right about who it would be, he already did.
    He slipped the sheet into the flames, watching it catch fire before dropping it into the cauldron. Raising his arms high, he began his chant. As the paper burned, he concentrated with every ounce of will he had.
    “I call on forces higher than I,
    To awaken the dreams that I hold inside.
    Venus, grant me the love I lack;
    With this spell my mate attract.
    This candle for her,
    This candle for me.
    When they touch,
    United we’ll be.
    Kindle the love,
    Kindle the flame,
    When we meet, she’ll know my name.
    By the power of earth and fire,
    Bring unto me my heart’s desire.
    By the power of air and sea,
    As I will so mote it be.”
    As he chanted, two candles, both red, one carved with the symbol for female, the other marked with the symbol for male and bearing a lock of his hair, shifted slightly toward one another.
    Gareth almost sagged with relief.
    The ritual was working. Now all Gareth had to do was sit back and wait for his warlock mate to come home.
    He could hardly fucking wait.
     
     
    “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
    Genevieve Godwin did her best to hide her grimace. She couldn’t let the mundane know how deeply frightened she truly was. Hunting Hugh for the last