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a meal with you like I’m a
guest?”
    Rane buttered a thin piece of rye bread.   “You are a guest… an uninvited one, but a
guest nevertheless.   Try to accentuate
the positive.”   He winked and took a bite
of the bread.
    Skye fumed inside.   She didn’t
have time for this.   She checked her
watch and blew out a breath.   How much
longer would Sabrina keep Emily alive?   “Look, I understand you’re concerned I’m going to spill your family
secret, but let me assure you that I won’t.”
    “Isn’t that what you threatened yesterday?”
    “That was yesterday.   I was
cornered and I reacted.”
    Rane nodded and extended a bowl of grapes.   “You were caught,” he corrected smoothly.
    Skye accepted the bowl and joined him on the bed.   “Whatever.   Look, in case you haven’t figured out by now, I’m not exactly an old pro
at this criminal stuff.”   She blinked her
eyes at him, playing up the innocent role.
    “I did make that connection, yes.”   He filled a crystal glass with wine and passed it to her.
    Skye’s fingers curled around the fragile stem and she brought the
scarlet liquid to her lips.   “To that
end, don’t you think it would be only fair to let me go with a warning?   I mean, if I promise I won’t say a word to
anyone, of course.”
    Rane poured another glass of wine and calmly corked the bottle
before responding to Skye’s question.   “No.”
    Skye leaned in closer to stare at him.   “No?”
    He gazed at her over the rim of the glass and Skye thought she saw a
glimmer of amusement in the depths of those gorgeous black eyes.   “That’s what I said.”
    She sat back with a huff.   “You’re making me angry.”
    He whistled low.   “I imagine
I’m supposed to be afraid now?”
    Skye popped a grape in her mouth and chewed with more anger than
enthusiasm.   “I didn’t come here to scare
you.”
    Rane caught hold of her wrist and Skye froze.   “Then tell me exactly why it is that you did
come here.”
    Skye tried to twist her arm free but the wizard held fast.   “I don’t have to tell you anything.   You’ll know soon enough.”   She looked away from Rane’s eyes, that
probing, intense gaze which seemed to read through to her soul.
    Rane released her.   “I imagine
I will.”   He took another sip of his
wine.   “Would it have anything to do with
the amulet I have in my wall safe?”
    Skye’s breath caught in her throat.   If he knew about the amulet, did he know about the other portion of her
task?   “You must think every witch in the
free world is after that amulet.”
    “It is very powerful.”
    Skye shrugged, playing it casual.   “I’m sure it is, but I’m not interested in the amulet.”   It wasn’t a lie.   Skye cared little for the charm.   She only wanted to take it back to Sabrina
and secure the release of her sister.   Then she and Emily could escape and pretend they’d never heard of the
Coven, or witchcraft, or wizards.  
    Rane tipped her face with a finger beneath her chin.   “Then tell me who does.”
    Skye couldn’t look away this time.   “What?”
    “Who sent you, Skye?”
    Her mouth went dry.   “What
makes you think anyone sent me?”
    His eyes burned into hers.   “Do you know so little about wizards?”
    “I know enough about you.”

“I am but one wizard, but you should know I can read you.   Every move of your body tells me you aren’t
the mastermind behind this plot.   All I’m
asking is for you to tell me who sent you and I’ll release you.”
    Skye’s hands clenched.   She’d
no doubt the wizard would keep his word, but only one-half of her mission was
complete.   She still needed to gain
possession of the amulet and striking deal with Rane when Emily was still at
Sabrina’s mercy was out of the question.   “And I’m supposed to trust you to keep your word?”
    Rane’s eyes narrowed and as his face set, Skye knew she’d angered
the wizard.   The knowledge should