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Ana’s face flushed a deep, dark red. She was quite glad her mental shields were well developed. There was no way she wanted Matt or anyone else seeing the images that had been a substantial part of her dreams all week.
    “Oh, um, no. I barely even realized he’d bitten me before he ... uh, fainted.”
    Matt stilled, tilting his head slightly as if to hear better. “Excuse me?”
    “He just...stopped. His eyes rolled back in his head and he dropped to the ground. I-I thought I killed him somehow. But then, I felt a heartbeat and saw his chest rising and falling, so I knew he was just knocked out. I probably should have gone for help, but I panicked. I dragged him out of sight and—”
    Matt grew larger right before her very eyes, his features turning angry again. Only this time, it was most definitely directed at her. “Don’t lie to me, Ana! Vampires don’t breathe and their hearts sure as hell don’t beat!”
    Ana flinched as if struck, cowering against the counter. “I’m not lying!” she insisted, her voice rising as the tears began to flow. “It’s my blood! It does funny things to people...”
    Just as quickly as it had come, the anger left his eyes. Matt pulled her gently into his arms, petting her back with oversized hands, as if she were a frightened pup. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I would never hurt you, you know that. Come over here, sit down, and tell me what is going on.”
    Maybe it was because Matt was a Were and understood what it was like to be “different”. Maybe it was because he made her feel safe; it was impossible to imagine anything bad happening when he was around. Or maybe she had finally reached a critical breaking point and felt the need to unload on whoever was willing to listen.
    Whatever the reason, for the first time in her life, Ana found herself voluntarily sharing her story. As she did, she kept thinking how hard it was going to be to have to leave Mythic. She liked it here. But once people knew about her, about what she could do, she would probably have no other choice but to leave. It was a bittersweet moment, but once she started, she could no more stop the flow of words than she could turn back time.
    Matt listened carefully, filling his coffee mug and hers several times over the course of her explanation. When Ana finally fell silent, she looked up into his face, not knowing what she would find.
    His expression was thoughtful, almost bemused. “So...basically, what you’re telling me is...you can grant wishes?”
    She inhaled, exhaled, and nodded. “Yes.”
    “Anything?”
    She shrugged. “I won’t knowingly harm someone. I try to consider all possible ramifications before I grant a wish. But other than that, yeah, I think so.”
    “If I wanted a thick, juicy hamburger right now, you could make that happen?”
    She nodded.
    “Would you?”
    Ana sighed. She knew it would come to this — a request of proof — but she couldn’t blame him. The whole thing sounded like something out of a children’s book. At least he didn’t ask her for something ridiculous.
    She reached across the counter and lightly took his hand; physical contact was helpful in making the wish happen. She blinked slowly, holding his gaze with her pale green eyes. “You want fries with that?”
    Matt felt the gentlest of tugs deep inside him, almost a tickle. Then, a thick, juicy burger appeared before him, complete with thick-cut seasoned fries and a pickle spear.
    Matt looked down at the plate in awe. “Jesus. Where did this come from?”
    “My fridge,” she sighed. “I don’t have the power to create something from nothing, but I can kind of...rearrange things. Move them. Manipulate them. Or, in this case, cook them.”
    “Jesus,” he repeated. Ana grabbed a French fry from his plate and munched on it, waiting for him to fully grasp the implications, and wondering what he would do with that knowledge when he did. Would he tell the others? Would it