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Lori is often right, and that’s why I appreciate my assistant, but he was triply right when he said I didn’t need to meet Marguerite in person. And even though Laurie was hinting at very different reasons-acquaintance with the “enemy” always brings a touch of personal attitude to a confrontation-the result was still the same.

I can’t destroy this woman because I want her too much.

Grab her goddamn hair in an armful, wrap it around my fist, and lower her head low enough that she has to look up at me from below. I wonder what her green eyes would be like then? Would they be as bold?

A noise stirred my imagination, just in time.

Sh’Irene, my nephew, is coming down the stairs with a half-empty gym bag over his shoulder. He spots me and smiles broadly, though I bet he’s still angry that I never let him take Laurie’s place.

After my brother and his wife died-many years ago-I took Shea under my wing. His custody wasn’t even on the agenda. His mother’s parents tried to wrest the rights to their nephew from me, but I shamelessly used all my connections and opportunities to push my position. Except for my brother, whom I loved very much and with whom we had been friends since childhood, Shea was my only family. Perhaps that was why I spoiled him a little, forgave him all his tricks and hardly ever punished him, though during his teenage rebellion and later, in his first year at university, when he was first hit by the echoes of the moon, he had done things that made even a very sophisticated me blush.