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face was the color of a ripe tomato.  What? It s just a pair of jeans. It
isn t like I stripped them off of you on the way over here or
anything.
He shook his head, but his eyes promised retribution. She smirked
back at him.
The witch took the jeans from Izzy, pinching them between her
index finger and thumb. Her nose twitched with distaste as she
studied the clothing for a few moments before she handed it back to
Izzy.
 It s definitely a memory spell. I think it was cast by the same
person who cast the terror spell.
Izzy turned her attention to Grant.  You didn t notice anything?
The minotaur shook his head, a frown pulling his eyebrows into a
sharp V above his nose.  There weren t any witches here that night.
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At least, I don t remember there being any. He looked over at Duffy.
 Do you remember seeing a witch a couple of nights ago?
The demon lord frowned thoughtfully.  This is the night you lit
out with those nymphs, right?
It didn t seem possible, but Grant turned redder as he flicked a
glance at Izzy. She did her best to keep her expression bland. Now
that she d spent some time with him, she didn t like the idea of him
planning a wild orgy with a bunch of nymphs, but yeah, whatever. He
must ve read that in her eyes because he winced slightly before
turning back to Duffy.
 Yeah, that night.
There was a loud, raspy sound as Duffy scratched his chin, his
face flexed in thought.  Nah, didn t see any witches.
So much for her theory! Izzy was pissed.  Son of a 
 But I did see a warmage earlier in the night, Duffy continued in
a steady drawl. He pinched his bottom lip.  Seem to recall he didn t
order nothing, which I found strange, but lots of strange types come in
here.
She could ve kissed him!  So is it possible for a warmage to cast
these spells? she demanded of the witch, who nodded.  Then we
need to look for a bastard warmage.
Glenda stiffened, her silver eyes narrowing.
This time it was Grant s elbow that found her ribs, expelling a
loud  oomph from her.  Um, sorry. No offense.
The long-suffering sigh next to her ruffled the hair straggling out
of her ponytail as Grant gave her a mock glare.  Is there any chance
we can track the warmage through the spells?
Izzy rolled her eyes, but held her tongue since Glenda seemed
really miffed. Apparently being blunt only took you so far. Go figure.
 You could, the witch replied slowly, her eyes on Izzy,  but it
wouldn t be wise. The spell on the Amazon has been in place for
several weeks.
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 What. Izzy s humor faded as she frowned at the witch.  That s
impossible. I just got here a couple of days ago.
Glenda shrugged.  That s what I sense. The terror spell is firmly
attached. You ve had it for long enough that any attempt to remove it
would kill you. The memory spell on the minotaur is newer, less& set
in stone.
 Does that mean I might regain my memories if enough time has
passed? Grant demanded before Izzy could ask Glenda what the fuck
she was talking about.
She nodded her silver head.  Naturally. It would take days,
possibly even weeks though.
 Shit.
 Times two, Izzy agreed as she wondered where she d picked up
a friggin terror spell from. She massaged her temples.  Is that all you
can tell us?
Glenda and Duffy glanced at each other, unspoken words passing
between them. After a few seconds, Izzy was ready to scream when
Glenda turned back.
 If there s a warmage involved in this& whatever this is, then
watch your back. The spells are just the beginning of the game for
them.
Well, duh. Izzy could ve told them that, but once again bit her lip.
Maybe she was learning self-control after all? It was a real bitch, that
was for sure. All that restraining herself from jumping in with both
feet. She sighed as Grant said their farewells.
Once outside the bar again, Izzy stared up at the gray sky. Thick
clouds on the horizon spoke of more snow. Yay, snow. Not.
Grant was already at the truck, opening the passenger door for her.
She wanted to tell him it wasn t necessary, but she suspected he d do
it anyway. Heaving another heavy sigh, she trudged to the truck.
Once they were on their way back to the ranch, Grant broke the
tense silence in the cab.
 Where do you think you picked up the spell?
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 I don t know, she said on a sigh after several minutes of
contemplation.  I was involved in a lot of assignments back home
before I was sent here. None of them involved warmages, but it isn t
impossible for a mage to cast a spell from a distance. She gnawed on
one of her fingernails thoughtfully.  What I don t like is that the same
warmage who got me, got you. The chances of that happening are
astronomical.
He was frowning at the windshield, his hands steady and sure on
the steering wheel.
Izzy sighed and looked out her window. Yeah, he probably
thought she d pissed someone off. That s when she remembered a
very small, insignificant incident that happened three days before her
exile went into effect.
She must have tensed because Grant looked over at her.  What?
 Before I left home, I went to a party with my sisters. I drank a
little too much and spent half the night being chatted up by a
werewolf. She could feel him glaring at her, but she was too caught
up in her fuzzy memories to care.  Rosetta told me there was a dryad
who glared at me all night. I didn t think anything of it until now, but
it s possible she might have bought a spell to use against me.
Grant didn t say a word, although with the way his hands
tightened on the steering wheel, she didn t think she needed him to
speak. Shrugging off his moodiness, she frowned in thought.
 It s entirely possible this warmage is a spell caster for hire, she
mused out loud.  That would make a lot of sense, actually. He
wouldn t give a shit who he waylaid with a spell and he d be more
mobile than someone with a vendetta. That damned dryad!  I
should ve kicked that little dryad s ass.
 Why? Because you wanted the werewolf all for yourself?
Izzy s head whipped around so fast, she hurt her neck.  What?
That s when she saw the jealousy in Grant s face. His eyes had
bled to black and his nostrils flared around his ring. He was so hot!
She shook her head.
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 I was thinking more along the lines that the little bitch fucked me
over with a spell, she told him drily. Really, as if she d want a
werewolf! She snorted. No, the only shapeshifter she had on her mind
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