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“She did.”

“And no one is taking any of it away from me.”

His hands flex on my hips and I whimper at how good he feels filling me, holding me.

“No one would dare.”

I narrow my eyes.

“Because I said so.”

A slow smile spreads across his face.

“Because you fucking said so.”

“Good answer.”

“I learn quickly.”

I snort. But my attention returns to the magic dancing between our joined bodies.

Red.

Gold.

Separate.

Together.

Something happened to me when Damian claimed me. But suddenly I'm not convinced he created anything.

Maybe he opened a door. Maybe the bond broke something that had been holding my power down. Maybe Aunt Margarita knew more about me than my mother ever did.

All I know is tomorrow is Halloween. My B&B is opening. My mother's trying to get her hands on Margarita's magic. And apparently I've spent most of my life believing I was a no-talent Witch when there may have been something inside me all along.

I also know this—I am not alone. I have a mate. And he loves me.

I look at Damian.

“We have a lot to figure out.”

He pulls me against him.

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

Because tonight, for the first time, the mark on my neck doesn't feel like something Damian did to me. I chose it. I chose him.

And whatever is waking inside me? That belongs to me too.

“Damian,” I moan when he starts to kiss my neck, “Damian, please, I want you to claim me again.”

His eyes snap to mine.

“Belinda—”

“This time with my eyes wide open.”