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just curious about my competition,” he replies matter-of-factly.
    “Well, you can relax. There’s no guy,” I snicker. “Tara talked me into wearing the skirt to this sorority thing tonight. I was her plus-one.”
    A smile creeps across his face at my answer. “There’s no other guy?” His voice sounds relieved. I shake my head before snuggling up to the chair’s headrest again. Is Heath interested in me? Maybe I’ve underestimated the effect I have on him by being so preoccupied with the effect he has on me.
    “Speaking of Tara, how’s she holding up?” he inquires, continuing to work on the tattoo.
    “She’s in adjustment mode. We both are, actually.”
    “Does she remember anything?”
    “Only what you left in her memory. It’s better that way,” I respond in a somber tone, thinking back to the night both Tara’s and my life changed forever.
    Examining the infinity tattoo on my wrist, I recollect that night from a few months ago. Sadness tears at my heart as images of how she looked when I found her lying on the ground, bloodied and pale, flash through my mind. This little tattoo was what brought Tara back to life, and what also bonds us together. When Heath asked me if I wanted to tie my soul to Tara’s in order to save hers, I said yes without even giving it a second thought.
    “Are you ever going to tell her what happened?” he asks, taking another break from the tattoo to apply more ink to the needle.
    I push away from the chair and pivot at my waist to face him. “No,” I answer pointedly. “She can never know what she was, or the fact that Witch Hunters were responsible for the death of her family. All she needs to believe is they died in a car accident, and I was only able to save her with your help.”
    Heath twiddles the tattoo gun between his fingers while sending me an “if you say so” look, letting me know he wants to continue. I feel his hand rest on my shoulder blade just below the tattoo and a hot sensation flows through the area. His hand is like a heating pad resting there. The heat begins to swirl around my back, spreading like a brush fire, making me want to moan in satisfaction, but I bite back the urge. I wish he’d continue talking to me so I could occupy my mind and not focus on how flipping amazing he’s making me feel right now.
    “Aren’t you the least bit curious about how I bumped into my brother tonight?” I ask, hoping this question will open up a whole line of dialogue in order to distract my mind from the dangerous Heath thoughts.
    “I was just going to ask you about that,” he replies. “I’m assuming it was at the party?”
    “Yep. Big Bro decided to crash it with three Maulers. He even shot up the place.”
    “What the hell was he after?” he probes, speaking close to my shoulder. I can feel his breath against my skin, which causes goose bumps to sprout up all over.
    I take a moment to regain my composure before answering. “My guess is a pretty powerful witch. There was this girl there named Angelica—”
    “Wait, Angelica? Like Angelica Delacour?” he asks, cutting me off.
    “I don’t know her last name, but maybe. Do you know her?”
    “Uh, I’m surprised you don’t. You’ve only been away from the game for a few months, and you’re already out of the loop,” he says. “Angelica Delacour is the daughter of one of the seven High Priestess light witches. She’s like royalty in the witch world.”
    “That would explain why it felt like my abdomen was going to implode when I dragged her out of harm’s way.”
    “Wait, you’re telling me you saved the life of a High Priestess’s daughter? You realize what that means, right?”
    I catch his eyebrow raise when I turn to look at him. “No, what?”
    “First of all, it means your brother is an idiot—no offense—for trying to down a witch with that much pull. And second, you’re now owed a favor by the High Priestesses,” he explains. “That makes you two for two in the witch