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I wanted to believe that our lovemaking of the night before had fixed everything between Jake and me, and yet I could still sense the tension in him, the words he wanted to say and held back because he didn’t want to get in an argument. In a way, I understood his baffled anger. After everything Randall Lenz had done, why was I allowing myself to even entertain the thought of helping him?
Good question. I certainly wasn’t the crusader type, had spent a good chunk of my formative years doing whatever I could to blend into the woodwork and avoid attracting notice. And I also wasn’t naïve enough to think Agent Lenz would be so thrilled to hear that he was actually a warlock, he would immediately repent his evil ways and turn to a life of doing good.
No, it was more that I didn’t want to
