As if the world truly had turned a page after New Year’s, the days seemed to pass more quickly than ever. Soon enough, the university was back in session, and we had no further contact from Damon. After a week went by, and then another, I began to believe that he truly must have abandoned his schemes, had resigned himself to the idea that the McAllister prima would never allow him to use her powers for his own ends. And since Connor had gotten confirmation through the family grapevine that Damon was making overtures to Jessica Lowe, the young woman from the potluck, I figured I was safe. I couldn’t help feeling sorry for her, but if she was a Wilcox, then she knew what she was getting into.
My feeling of relief only increased when I got my monthly visitor a few days after New Year’s. Not
