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And then suddenly he was standing where he had been in the fae town in Geneva.

“Oh,fuck,” a sultry, oh-so-bewitching voice muttered, rousing his blood and sharpening his senses.

He locked gazes with Hella.

A heartbeat passed, a moment in which he felt sure she would do the sensible thing and not provoke him any further.

And then she pivoted on her heel and ran.

Chapter 6

Hella cursed herself as she sprinted along the promenade, weaving between people in a poor attempt to throw the somewhat annoyed looking wolf off her trail. She shouldn’t have dropped the bottle. The huge dark-haired shifter was a clever one, was far more intelligent than she had given him credit for. She risked a glance over her shoulder as she grabbed a female elf and shoved her into his path.

He didn’t even slow down.

He barged into the female, knocking her down, his sharp eyes more gold than steel-grey now as they remained locked on Hella. A shiver traipsed down her spine at the intensity of his gaze on her, the way his eyes brightened towards glowing gold, heating her blood and bewitching her.

She took it back.

There was another man in this world with eyes as enchanting and captivating as Ethyrian’s.

But that didn’t mean she was going to fall head over heels for the wolf.

She was going to make him fall head over heels.

She grinned as she swept her hand out behind her, magic surging to her fingertips as she chanted the incantation in her mind. A bright blue orb shot from her palm, rocketing towards him, and those stunning eyes widened.

He reacted impressively quickly, kicking off on his next step to propel himself to his right, behind the cover of two fair-haired fae males. The spell struck them instead, sending them flying like bowling pins, and they bellowed in unison as they tumbled through the air. Damn. She faced forwards again, pretending not to see the smug grin on the wolf’s face as he ran at her, and redoubled her efforts, her gaze leaping around to chart a course through the crowd that would give her the most cover.

She silently apologised to all the poor unsuspecting people as she wove through them, aware that the wolf was going to maintain his straight as an arrow course, knocking them out of the way. Their grunts as the wolf hit them filled her ears, churning her stomach and making her want to look back and yell an apology for the brute’s behaviour. She focused on outpacing him instead, while at the same time rattling through every incantation she knew in the hope she would find one that would be more useful.

And wouldn’t level half the town or harm innocent people.

Too many of the spells that would have removed him from her tail and freed her from his wrath involved ingredients, something she didn’t have at her disposal.

But she did have at her home.

If she could just put more distance between herself and the wolf, she could buy some time to put a proper spell together, one that would rid herself of him.

She glanced back again as a shriek sounded.

Wolf gruffly muttered, “Sorry.”

It didn’t stop the two females he had sent flying into a group of men from looking as if they wanted to claw his eyes out.

Hella summoned another spell as the crowd thinned, making it easier for the wolf to close in on her. Desperate times called for desperate measures. She had been through enough today without letting an angry wolf get his paws on her.

Her blood heated a little, an echo of the fire that had burned through her when he had demanded a kiss as his prize for freeing her from her shackles. Just the thought of him claiming her mouth with his firm lips ignited an inferno in her veins, one that had awareness of him growing stronger inside her, pulsing through her with every hard beat of her heart. She had come close to going through with kissing him, had been so bewitched by the thought of discovering just how a male like him would kiss that she had almost fallen back into his arms.

But there had been too much at stake.

If she had let him kiss her, it wouldn’t have stopped there.

The wolf thought she was his fated mate.

That couldn’t be good.

So she set her sights on a group of men ahead of her, completed the spell in her mind and felt the power of it flow to her hands. Twin orbs formed, violet and green that swirled together, and she hurled them at the unsuspecting group, stretching her hands out in front of her. She yanked her hands back as the spell hit two of the black-haired demons, dragging them towards her and then past her, hurling them at the wolf.

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