In the living room of his apartment, Mac continued to pace with his hands clasped tightly behind him, his mind in an uproar. For one, he was totally confused over what had just transpired downstairs. Afton, the woman he loved, a witch! Afton, the woman he adored, a conniving witch who cast a spell on him! Afton, the woman he wanted to marry, a deceiving witch who only wanted to snag him away from Regine! Regine... Well, Mac didn't want to think about her. Now, he needed to do something, anything, to break the spell or the curse that controlled his romantic feelings and threatened to topple his emotional well-being.
As soon as he entered the apartment, he locked and bolted the door and then attached a six-inch, beveled silver cross to it. The cross had belonged to his mother, an
