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off now?” As a human, Mica had acquired excellent tracking skills. With his transition, his tracking skills had become unsurpassed. Drake never called upon Mica unless he wanted someone dead.
    Drake rubbed his hands together in anticipation. “It was a certain witch hunter by the name of Jason Hargrove.”
    The smile left his face. “What’s Hargrove to you? He doesn’t hunt our kind. He wouldn’t dare.”
    “He’s stolen something from me, and I want it back.”
    Sitting up straight in his seat, his curiosity tweaked. He looked Drake in the eyes in anticipation, speaking in a low tone. “Just what precious item did he steal that you will go to such great lengths to get back?”
    Smiling, he answered in the same tone. “He stole my witch, Desiree Dupuis, and I want her back.”
    Mica barked with laughter. “He stole your witch? Since when do you have a witch?”
    “This is not funny,” Drake roared. “I’m serious. I want that witch back.”
    Mica sobered. Sitting back, he crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll repeat myself. Since when do you have a witch?”
    “I acquired her last night. I let her go home to get her things, and Hargrove grabbed her from her apartment.” Scowling, he pounded his fist on the arm of his chair. “I want her back.”
    He studied Drake’s dark mood. “I can see that.” He paused in thought. “Does she have some special talents in bed? I’m sure there are other females out there that aren’t as much trouble as a witch.”
    He waved his hand at him in denial. “I don’t want her back for my bed. She’s a beautiful woman, but a little thin for my taste.”
    Mica splayed his hands. “Then what’s so special about her that I have to chase this witch hunter clear across the country?” He crossed his arms over his chest again. “Because you know he’ll be heading for Salem to collect his bounty. It’s a lot of trouble for a simple tussle in bed.”
    “I told you, I don’t want to sleep with her." Drake shouted forcefully. “She has other talents that I covet.”
    Mica smiled. Now they might be getting somewhere. “And what might that talent be?”
    “She’s a witch. I want her magic.”
    “I don’t understand.” Mica shook his head in disbelief. “Witches are a dime a dozen. Why this one? Why don’t you just go get another?”
    Drake leaned forward and motioned him closer as if to tell a secret. “She’s a hundred and twenty-five years old.”
    Mica scrunched up his face in disgust. “What do you want with an old hag?”
    He smiled, sitting back in his chair. “She’s not an old hag.”
    “Humans don’t age well.”
    “She cast a spell on herself a hundred years ago.” He looked Mica in the eyes. “She hasn’t aged a day since.”
    He glared back at Drake, still not convinced. “Okay, for the sake of argument, she’s not an old hag,” he grunted, dismissive. “You’re immortal; why do you need an anti-aging spell?”
    Drake chuckled. “I don’t.” Mica rolled his eyes. “I figured if she is powerful enough to give herself immortality, then she might be able to conjure a spell for us.”
    Mica raised his eyebrows, looking at Drake suspiciously. “What need do we have for magic?”
    “She has agreed to try to conjure a spell so that we can go out in the light of day again.” His smile grew. “I want to walk in the sun.”
    “Is she powerful enough to do this?”
    The smile faded and then he sighed. “I don’t know, but I’m really hoping she is.”
    “She’s tricking you to save her own neck. She can’t do this.”
    “She didn’t come to me. I summoned her. I really didn’t give her much of a choice.” He smiled. “She doesn’t like orders much either.”
    Mica smiled back, standing up. “Ah, a challenge then.”
    Drake laughed. “You just make sure you bring her back to me in one piece.” Rising from his chair, he reached over, slapping Mica on the back. “You will need to hurry. The judges will set the execution