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patted her on the back. ‘I know there are other witches, but there is only one you.’
    Grace snorted. ‘Oh, that’s sweet, but you’re delusional.’
    Elena jerked her thumb over her shoulder. ‘Shall we go home?’
    ‘No. I can’t face it.’ Grace pointed in the other direction. ‘Let’s walk along the harbour shore. I need some sea energy to clear my head.’
    ‘Sure, that sounds good.’
    Grace hooked arms with Elena and they headed down Mort Street to look at the bay. Harbour lights bathed the dark water like stars, but they did little to soothe the hurt or Grace’s confusing array of emotions. Declan wasn’t worth thinking about. She should let sleeping warlocks lie and be done with it. With a heavy sigh, she realised she had passed the moment she had both longed for and dreaded for nearly nine years, and survived.
    ***
    Declan tried to concentrate on the witches he was introduced to, but his gaze kept returning to the spot where she had stood. It was as if he could still see her, feel her presence. That ghost of hers that had haunted him since he’d left Sydney so long ago.
    ‘This is Freya, Declan. Declan?’ His father elbowed him.
    Declan brought his head round. ‘Sorry. It’s been a long day. Jet lag and all that.’ That wasn’t a complete lie. He was still adjusting to the new time zone. He could have spelled himself, but then again he’d miss the slow glide into his new life.
    Freya was short and well-rounded, with an open face full of freckles. ‘I’m pleased to meet the famous Declan Mallory.’
    Declan’s smile froze. His parents had been telling everyone who stood still long enough that he was a champion battle mage. His father saw his look. ‘I’m not famous really.’ He coughed. ‘Er…Dad. There’s Mum. Oh dear, she looks tired. Why don’t you check on her?’
    His father took the hint.
    ‘I’m sorry about that. I have proud parents who tend to embellish my accomplishments.’
    Freya smiled. ‘You’re too modest. Most of us have read about your exploits. You know, home boy in a foreign place and all that.’ She moved a bit closer and her smile widened.
    ‘Did you really battle against members of a dark coven in York?’
    His cheeks burnt. ‘I was involved in that skirmish. Nothing major.’ He felt like a prize bull on display. It had been this way the whole night, women sizing him up as if he were their last meal.
    ‘Nothing major?’ She flapped a hand. ‘Well it’s nice to know we have someone like you around if there is any trouble. Although, we only have one dark witch in the north to worry about. Not a whole coven.’
    He ran his fingers through his hair. ‘Exactly.’
    She rubbed up against him. ‘So, I’m free if you’re interested in spending some time together. We have a great house along the Georges River. Pool, games room, lots of privacy.’ She angled her body so he could see her cleavage. She was a buxom woman, and lusty too, if the energy he detected radiating off her was a sign.
    ‘That’s a lovely invitation.’
    She ran her hand down his forearm and she sent a potent blast of lust at him. ‘I’m serious, Declan. I can be a lot of fun, if you know what I mean.’
    ‘I do.’ He coughed, feeling a bit hot. It had been a while since he’d indulged and despite Freya’s overtures, which he found off-putting, he couldn’t help but respond to the lust-laden thrust she sent at him. He swallowed thickly as the image of her naked formed in his mind, with mounds of white flesh being squeezed and jostling during the sex act. He lifted his eyebrows. Freya was full on.
    Looking around, he saw his father waving. ‘Please excuse me, Freya. We need to leave now. My mother is not well.’
    ‘Sure.’ She lifted a hand and waved. ‘See you around, gorgeous.’ He glanced back over his shoulder and caught her checking out his butt. He bolted, thankful for the excuse to leave. The night had turned into a bit of an emotional grind. The unexpected and