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traps? 
And what information does he have that’s got you so… off your game?”
    Darcy
shifted uncomfortably on the spot; she loathed feeling so useless, frustrated
and impotent.  Until four months ago, those emotions had been completely
alien to her.  All that had changed when her cousin Hadleigh had contacted
her with the most improbable ridiculous story.  A story she had yet to
verify… yet bone deep, she knew it to be true.  And it didn’t get any less
embarrassing every time she shared the story… even if it was only with family
members that she counted as close friends and allies. 
    Goddess,
Darcy sighed harshly, she’d already sunk so low as to request Charisse’s help,
it was time to rip off the embarrassment band aid again.  “Hadleigh learnt
a few months ago that I have… that I’ve been marked… magically.  All she
was able to discover, at the time, is the mark is designed to keep men at a
distance from me… a look but you can’t touch kind of spell.”
    Charisse’s
face was pale as she eyed Darcy with sudden empathy.  No wonder Darcy was
acting so much more erratically than normal.  “Goddess Darcy.  How
long and… who would dare?  This man you’re chasing, he put the mark on
you?”
    “Nate? 
No… but he can see it.  He’s the one who told Hadleigh.  And now…
now, that golden sun-loving, sand-eating pile of muscle, refuses to share
anything else he knows.  I’ve sicked Hadleigh on his ass.  I’ve
plotted, I’ve planned, I’ve stalked… and obviously now I’m desperate… that’s
where you come in.  I need you to talk to Nate for me.”
    “Wait,
Nate?  Isn’t he one of Maat’s elite warriors?”
    “Yeah,
so?  He’s still a man.  Just walk up to him and open your trap. 
He’ll be putty in your Siren hands after the first vowel.”
    “You
have such a unique turn of phrase.  Why don’t you just pick up a phone and
call the guy?”
    Anger
and frustration bought two spots of high colour to Darcy’s cheeks.  “He
won’t take my calls.  I told you.  I’ve tried every approach known to
man and some I’ve made up.  Every time I try to ‘oh so accidently’ bump
into him, I get within ten feet of the man, and he just up and
disappears.  He’s like fricking Houdini.  You wouldn’t believe how
elaborate some of the traps I’ve been setting for him have been… his instincts
are uncanny.” 
    “Well,
he is an immortal warrior.”
    “No
one is that good.”
    “Yet
he continues to roam free… must be kind of embarrassing for you?”  Okay,
so she shouldn’t tease Darcy, but seriously, it was so rare to see her
thwarted… it might never happen again.
    Darcy’s
eyes narrowed.  “So are you going to help me or what?”
    “No
way.  I’m not getting between you and a warrior of Maat.  There’s
bound to be bloodshed and it takes ages to get that stuff out of my hair.”
    “I’m
calling the family card.   Game on?”
    Charisse
gave Darcy a disbelieving look before reluctantly agreeing with a nod. 
“Psycho.”
    “Sea
cow.”
    “Loon.”
    “Fish
breath.”
    “Crackpot”
    “Narwhale
nose.”
    “Bedlamite.”
    “Shark
bait.”
    “Fruitcake.”
    “Sea
pig.”
    “Kook.”
    “Blob
fish.”
    “Nut
case.”
    “Walrus
butt.”
    “Berserker.”
    “Blubber
brain.”
    “Looney
Tunes.”
    “Squid
legs.”
    “Fl…er…
Fruitcake.”
    “Hah,
repeat.”  Darcy crowed triumphantly with absolutely no winner’s
grace.  Thankfully, since they were in public she didn’t break out into
her usual victory dance shuffle and waggle her tush in Charisse’s face.
    “Fuck…” 
Charisse muttered under her breath, her shoulders slumping slightly.
    “I
win.”  Darcy grabbed Charisse by the shoulders, giving her an encouraging
shove.  “Now go pitch some Siren woo.”
    “Honestly,
that’s your idea of a pep talk?”
    “No
wussing out Char.  I won, now go forth and coerce.”
    “Fine.” 
With one hand she flung her dark auburn hair