Afton glanced away, afraid of what she might see in his eyes. "I found you so wonderfully attractive, so funny and smart. I knew I wanted you. So yes, I took a shortcut. I placed a spell on you. But when you found out, you didn't bother to sit down and talk to me about it, or try to work things out. Instead, you ran to Bianca Klavelle to get the spell reversed. Okay, I apologize, Mac. I'm sorry that I deceived you. There, I said it. Now, just go away."
"Oh, Afton." Mac detected her unhappiness beneath the gruff angry exterior. But what could he do for her now other than to feel sorry for her? He knew she would never accept his pity. And he refused to accept only half of her love, or perhaps no love from her at all. It had been lust and passion that drove them, nothing more.
