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she’d “dated” measured up to what she’d experienced with him. Damn him for ruining other guys for her.
    “That’s not fair. You tend to pop into my life at random. Why won’t you rescind it?”
    Desperate to distract him from the curse she asked, “What’s that tat mean?” She pointed to the intricate woven Celtic-looking square tat on his right wrist. She remembered it from that night long ago, but never had a chance to ask.
    He glanced at the mark. “Mistake of youth.”
    “We all make mistakes.” For a few seconds she allowed her gaze to roam over the angles of his face, memorizing each detail from the strong chin to the arched dark eyebrows. The thick ridges of his biceps and wide shoulders strained beneath the dress shirt. Men in her world just weren’t made like this without CGI-screen magic. Her body cruised rapidly into overheat again.
    “Hey, you can’t be in here!” a man yelled from the cloakroom entry.
    They jumped simultaneously. Matt released her and put himself between her and the middle-aged man in a maroon jacket adorned with a museum name tag.
    The attendant stormed toward them. “What are you doing in here?”
    “She needed her coat.”
    “Where’s her ticket?” The attendant held out his hand.
    Matt patted his jacket and produced a ticket. “Here’s mine. She lost hers.”
    Tingling spread in her body. Oh, no. A world shift was starting again. “I’ve got to go.” She rushed past the attendant in a jog toward the exit.
    “Kat, stop! We’re not done.”
    She pushed out the front doors and staggered into the side of the building when vertigo teetered her world. One couple huddled together against the bracing wind while waiting for their car to pull up to the curve. A valet helped an elderly lady into the backseat of a limo. Kat stumbled along the sidewalk with a hand against the side of the building. The familiar whirling sensation flowed through her head. Then it stopped. She hadn’t left Otherworld. Yet.
    Matt would be behind her. Right now she couldn’t handle another confrontation with him. She darted down an alley, hoping not to run into anyone, and slipped into a recessed doorway.
    Now what?
    She rubbed her itchy right wrist. Her fingers traced a raised area. It burned. This called for an immediate evaluation. She rotated her wrist into the beam of ambient light from a streetlamp. A raised pink outline of a symbol rested on the underside of her wrist—three ovals that intersected in a triangular symbol. It wasn’t a tattoo but more of a scarred burn. A brand?
    Oh. My. God. She rubbed at the area and then scratched the mark, desperate to erase it. But it remained. Now her skin was red and sore around the reliefed symbol. This must’ve been how he’d managed to create the sensation of touching, and then made her come. Witchcraft? Or something else? Something evil?
    Her heart beat too fast. She couldn’t breathe. She stumbled against the concrete alcove, dizzy. Breathe. With her hands on her knees she breathed deeply until the light-headedness passed.
    He’s not evil. She believed that on a fundamental level. But he did have his own magical, or at least supernatural, abilities. Could this mark be a curse or hex? Her mind whirled with possible curses he might cast onto her in retaliation for the one he believed she’d cast onto him. Why would he do this now, and not years ago in undergrad? They hadn’t had much time together in undergrad. Or motive.
    A curse? She focused on slow breathing for a few seconds when panic spun her mind again. Be rational. Don’t freak out.
    It’s not a curse. She’d researched witchcraft over the years in a desperate attempt to understand her bizarre mind-reading ability and world-shifting problem, coming to no conclusion on what she was. But she’d learned enough to know this brand wasn’t a curse. Curses didn’t involve physical marks. She didn’t recall anything about magically appearing marks other than in fictional