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cry.”
    But Gray wasn’t crying over Carlo.
    Gray had come to Spain to heal, and what had
she found in return? Heartache, betrayal, humiliation, and pain.
She was done with it!
    Certain people needed purging from her life,
and Adrian Montez currently topped the list.
    Standing, Gray followed the secretary to an
open door. The woman looked in, so Gray walked inside. The door
shut behind her.
    A middle-aged man sat behind a desk framed by
a large window overlooking Gaudí ’s great
Gothic curiosity, the Sagrada Familia.
    “ Buenas tardes ,” Gray said.
    Señor Ortega stared
at her through frameless glasses. “Have a seat, Miss Perez.” He
spoke with barely an accent. “What brings you to my office?”
    Gray had taken a seat on the cushioned chair
directly in front of Ortega. She sat on the edge. “ Tengo necesidad de un hechizo. ”
    “What type of spell are you
needing?”
    “I can speak Spanish,” Gray
said.
    Ortega straightened. “I only speak to my
clients in their native tongue.” He leaned forward. “I leave no
room for error.”
    Gray nodded. That was reassuring, she
supposed. “Very well,” she said. “There is a man, a warlock, whom I
wish never to see again.”
    “Is this man an ex-lover?”
    “No!” Gray’s lip curled back. Even the
thought of it was abhorrent. “He is an old foe from America.”
    “What is this man’s name?”
    “Adrian Hedrick Montez.”
    Ortega’s face softened. “The magician? I have
heard of this man. My daughter has begged that we should go see
him.”
    Gray’s frown deepened. Friggin’ great. Maybe
Marco could suggest another warlock to help her.
    Gray shifted in her seat and was about to get
up when Ortega said, “I will need a personal object from this man.
It must be something that’s been in his possession at least three
years. It cannot be clothing, nor a book.”
    “Done,” Gray said. Procuring an object of
Adrian’s would be a heck of a lot easier than trying to get his
blood.
    Ortega studied Gray from under bushy brows.
“You wish never to see this warlock as long as you live?”
    “Never,” Gray repeated.
    “Better make it an object the man has
possessed for ten years.”
     
     
    * * *
     
     
    Gray was oblivious to her surroundings on the walk
back to Señora Contreras’ sanctuary. She
would have breezed right past Vinuesa in the foyer if the woman
hadn’t called out to her.
    “ S eñorita Perez, un momento, por favor .”
    Gray balled her hands into fists then quickly
relaxed them afraid that Vinuesa would see it as a sign of guilt.
Gray pasted a smile over her face and walked up to Vinuesa’s desk.
“ Sí?”
    Vinuesa looked pointedly at
Gray’s hands. Gray held her arms out. Vinuesa pulled Gray’s
palms up to her face. For a moment, Gray feared the witch would
somehow know she had visited a warlock. After studying them for
longer than Gray was comfortable, Vinuesa dropped her hands.
    “A gentleman called for you this
morning.”
    Adrian.
    Gray scowled. “Was he American?”
    Vinuesa wrinkled her nose. “French.”
    “I don’t know any Frenchman.”
    Unless . . .
    “Well, a Frenchman knows you,” Vinuesa
replied in Spanish.
    “Did he leave a name and number?”
    “Only a name. Charles.”
    Gray sucked in a breath. That could only mean
one thing. Charlene had found a body. Not a dog after all, but
nearly as good.
    Gray laughed. “Fabulous, I always wanted a
brother. Gracias , Vinuesa.”
    How lovely of Adrian and Charlene to call on
her. If Señor Ortega could banish Adrian
from her life why not Charlene? Or Charles, it would seem. Gray
chuckled. She couldn’t help herself. Charlene the dude. She’d like
to know if Charley boy was going around in a skirt.
     
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
    The Rex Room was packed tighter than a can of
sardines by the time Gray and her friends arrived. While the music
pounded, she tried to force the knots out of her stomach.
    “Something to drink?” Marco yelled.
    Gray shook her head. An