a couple days since his last shave.

Georgia cringed. This was going to be a disaster. Granted, she could think of few things hotter than a night of rage-sex with Darius deCompostela, but gods, the man was in fucking free-fall. Even if by some miracle the spell actually worked, the aftermath between them was going to be catastrophic.

Relax. It's not like you're in love with the guy.

Georgia froze mid-step. Where the hell had that come from? Of course she wasn't in love with him. Not by a long shot. Not even close. He was just the guy who'd taken her case when no one else would go near her. The guy who'd let her tag along, who'd punched a hellhound in the face for her, who'd made her feelthen." She licked her lips. "That's just...good."

If her tongue flicked out one more time, he was going to lose all self-control. As it was, it was all he could do not to bend down and sample the trail of moisture it left behind. Darius jammed his hands in his pockets. "So how's this going to work?"

"Um, yeah." Georgia gestured to the supplies, now gathered on the breakfast bar. "Just give me a moment to set up the spell. It's been a while since I've done anything like this, so I have to—"

"Wait. You've done this before?" That shouldn't bother him. He shouldn't care. But it did, and he did. "With who?"

Georgia's cheeks flushed. "It's not important. The point is, I have to tread carefully. I don't want to