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gathered
in the kitchen planning out the rescue mission with Madame Crystal.  But now,
Erin was positive it was too late.  She was certain Amelia was already dead.
    She had snuck away from the meeting when
the first squeeze around her heart had come.  Her family hadn’t noticed her
leave the room, and they hadn’t noticed when the pull around her chest made her
crash to the floor on her way out of the kitchen.  Their focus was on the
psychic, and their thoughts on Amelia and Megan.
    During the past several months, Erin had
spent hours upon hours studying the journals with Amelia, helping her hone in
on her powers.  And right now, the knowledge that she had picked up was
resurfacing and filling her with heartbreak.  She knew that there were only a
few ways to break a spell.  The first and easiest way was for the witch that
cast it to lift it.  Other than that, there were only two other ways.  One was
for another witch to break it using the same magic that cast it, and the other
was for the original witch to die the final death.  The last option was the one
Erin feared the most.  The one where Amelia was dead and never coming back.
    Erin wanted to believe that Amelia wasn’t
dead, but it was the only thing that made sense.  She was from the first
coven.  It would be next to impossible for another witch to tap into that kind
of power and break the spell that Amelia had cast to change her bond with
Tristan. And that spell was definitely broken.  She could feel him, hear him … Tristan
was a part of her again.
    Come to me, Erin. Tristan’s voice filled her thoughts, and the chain around her heart
pulled tighter, urging her forwards.  I know you can hear me, his
teasing voice called again, and she threw caution to the wind, running out the
door at full speed.
    Tristan, where are you? Erin asked as she ran.  She had never thought she would see him
again, and honestly, it scared the hell out of her, but dammit, it also made
her stomach flutter and her heart race.
    Follow the pull, honey, he answered, his voice doing things to her that she never thought
were possible, and just like that, Erin ran faster.
    It was energizing.  Feeling him again;
feeling whole.  She ran faster than she ever had before.  The wind cut through
her tank top and beat against her bare legs.  Her pigtails flapped against her
cheeks as the pull at her heart urged her forwards.  Somewhere in the back of
her mind, Erin knew she should turn back.  She was pretty sure Tristan would
kill her, but the pull wouldn’t let her stop.
    Erin let the feeling wash over her.  It
pushed against her conscious until the only sound that she could hear was
Tristan’s voice.  She skidded around a corner, coming to a stop in front of her
old house, and her breath caught in her throat.
    Tristan stood in the doorway, the rising
sun washing him in gold.  She had forgotten how gorgeous he was.  His hair was
longer and more tousled than she had remembered, and the black stubble on his
chin gave him more of a rugged look.  His black on black look still screamed
mysterious bad boy.
    Her jaw dropped; she felt it, and she
couldn’t seem to get it to close.  Tristan chuckled, a deep rumble, and in a
blink, he was standing in front of her.  His warm breath puffed against her
face, and her knees went weak.  He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled
her close, holding her against his lean body.  “Vampirism suits you,” he
breathed, running a finger along her high cheekbone and down her neck, sending
tantalizing chills over her skin.
     “It’s really you,” she squeaked, lost in
his glorious black eyes.  “You came back.”  Her heart was in her throat,
thumping erratically, and all she could do was gawk at him.  Every place he
touched there was a spark, as if fireworks were igniting along her skin.
    Tristan smiled down at her.  “Of course I
came back.”  He leaned into her and pressed his lips against hers.  Her lips
heated, her skin