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advertised for over a year in Dragon’s Digest , Fairy Dust Housekeeping and right here on Vanguard in Vanguard Verry and in the local free press, The Sylvan Star . They publicized it early
and widely before it actually took place so they could get the word out to the
Colonies.”
    Recently, she’d been named Witch of the Year in Hourglass
Magazine and by Pixilated Weekly .
    Tight knots twisted in the pit of her stomach, again her
breathing went shallow, and heat flushed her cheeks. He’d been following her
for a long time—that was the only way to explain the strange coincidences that
surrounded their courtship.
    Nothing had been predestined. Damien carefully and
deliberately plotted every single stage of their romance. Almost as if he’d
stalked her.
    She’d married her own stalker and not even been privy to it
until now—worse than that, she had been fooled. He had manipulated her—and they
called her the greatest witch of her generation. She didn’t deserve to hold
that title, she felt so ashamed and so very stupid!
    It was clear to her that she should have run straight back
to Earth. Her romance with Damien had started there and it should have ended
there. She knew that Dallas would have been able to make her feel better.
    She needed someone who would understand how she felt right
now, and that someone obviously wasn’t Damien. All he could think of was the
fact that he needed her.
    He couldn’t think about how rotten she felt knowing she’d
fallen in love with a man who hailed from the family who had caused her mother
and her grandmother so much damn grief.
    Turnabout was clearly fair play when it came to dealing with
someone like Damien. He wanted to seduce her. So there was only one thing for
her to do. She’d have to make sweet love to him and show him just how much he
was going to miss out on once she’d abandoned him forever.
    She was going to give him the shagging of a lifetime! She
was going to fuck him until his eyeballs rolled back into his head. She would
make sure he had that look of euphoria on his face every single time he came.
    When she finally left him for good, he would be haunted by
their last sexual encounters.
    “You wound me to the core, Anya. I understand why you’re
angry with me but you can’t hold the sins of my grandfathers against me. Tell
me how to get past the resentment you hold for me, please!”
    How could he get past it?
    She didn’t even know how to get past it herself. She only
had one life to live and she thought she’d live it with her true love—her
Damien.
    Fate mocked her. There was only one conceivable way to deal
with Damien—he had to be defused and he was on the romantic war path. The only
way to steer him off that war path was to give him what he needed. After which,
she would disappear from his life for the rest of their lives.
    She’d hide better than she had before and she wouldn’t fall
prey to her feelings of curiosity and guilt that had brought her back to
Vanguard straight to his waiting arms.
    She’d give him what he wanted and what she’d been secretly
craving for the last few months but she wasn’t going to make it easy for him
and she planned on having some fun along the way.
    He liked to be playful when it came to their lovemaking
sessions so she was about to give him the time of his life. Smiling deviously,
she conjured an energy ball and held it in the palm of her hand.
    Damien’s eyes widened. He obviously thought she meant to do
him bodily harm, but he’d soon find out the energy ball she’d conjured wouldn’t
harm him—it was going to arouse him. Still, it did pack quite the punch.
    She threw it at him and it connected solidly with his chest,
sending him flying up into the air. He grunted as he was thrown backward and
slammed into the large silver wood oak wardrobe behind him.
    The silver wood trees native to Vanguard made beautiful
furniture, and they were resiliently strong. Even his substantial weight didn’t
hurt it.
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