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the prison bars surrounding it
in my chest. The stupid stuff reached for him and his magic caught
it, sucking more from my chest in a dizzying rush. My lungs
expanded as if I were taking a giant breath in, my upper body now
physically straining with all its might toward him as well. My
brain screamed, no! and I tried to back up, but hit the
door, bouncing off of it hard and ricocheting forward, right into
Luc’s arms.
    All the fight went out of me, mentally and
physically.
    The instant our bodies touched, the bars
holding my magic back broke into a thousand tiny grains of sand and
scattered everywhere. His fire magic ignited my air magic and
burned through my body, an inferno of desperation, lust, and the
most powerful black enchantment to ever exist. The two brain cells
still yelling no , no, no in my head fell silent as
fireworks detonated right under my skin. A fire between my legs
exploded and ripped through the rest of my body, the sensation like
the most intense orgasm known to womankind. Magnified a dozen times
over.
    I opened my mouth to scream at Luc to let go
of me, but what came out was a scream of pleasure. A very loud,
very long cry that tapered off into a low, guttural, and very
satisfied moan. As the cry died out, echo tapering to a whisper, I
went limp in his arms.
    Waves of pleasure continued to wash over me
and I shook from head to toe, eyes closed and brain down for the
count. The heat of his body enveloped every inch of mine, his arms
holding me tight and keeping me from slipping boneless to the
floor. A whimper escaped my lips as an aftershock skittered along
my nerve endings and I arched into him.
    As it subsided, I collapsed against him once
more. Bliss, peace, and satisfaction filling me up from the inside
out.
    That wasn’t right, though. Behind the
pleasure, something sparked in my brain. Before it could take form,
my magic snuffed it out, smiling catlike at the comfort and
contentment saturating my every cell.
    And then my brain rebelled, Buffy-like,
fighting through the pleasure and yanking the cat’s tail. My magic
bawled and my brain yelled, You blew it , Amy! You
blew it big .
    My heart skipped a beat. My eyes flew open,
realization hammering its way into my senses, but not getting far. Before I could comprehend what it was talking about, my apartment
door opened. “Amy?”
    My sister, my best friends, my priest and my
enemy all stood, mouths gaped open, staring at me, wrapped in the
arms of the Devil.
    “This is…not…” I stuttered, trying to raise
my head from Luc’s chest. “I didn’t mean for…”
    The sounds of heavy boots chugging up the
stairs made everyone turn. I knew that sound. Knew whose boots made
it. Mentally, I struggled to command my body, but the pressure/pain
thing happened again in my head, and for the life of me, I couldn’t
tear myself away from Luc’s embrace.
    Adam stopped when he saw us and a look I
never want to see again came over his face. “Well, looks like the
gang’s all here. Somebody want to tell me what the hell’s going
on?”
    Father Leonard was a wise man. He didn’t
mention the cuss jar.
     
     

Chapter Seven
    Angels Wobble But They Don’t Fall Down
     
    “Amy is sick.” Luc deftly lifted me into his
arms and carried me across the threshold of my apartment, parting
the crowd like an evil Moses parting the Good People Sea.
    My heart stuttered in my chest, just like my
brain did in my head, reaching for both Adam and Luc at the same
time. Why was it doing that? I looked up into Luc’s black eyes and
whimpered, “Adam?”
    “Shhh.” He deposited me on my bed, tucking
the covers up under my chin. “Get some sleep. I’ll handle
everything.”
    I started to argue, but my mind and body
were exhausted. The pain and pressure in my head eased and my heart
softened. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
    When I woke, the bedroom was pitch black and
there were three warm bodies curled up next to mine. Two were small
and fuzzy. The other one was