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"You've kidnapped me forever? Unless I escape or blow the place up or whatever?"

"Yes." He paused. "I don't expect you to agree right—"

She launched herself at him. It was time to take advantage of the fact that he wouldn't hurt her, and do
some major damage. Her first punch missed—he caught her wrist in time—but her simultaneous kick hit
the mark, and he winced as her foot cracked into his shin.

"I hate you!" she was shouting, raining blows down on him. He held her wrists and took her kicks
stoically, only blocking the ones to the groin with his thigh. "You can't do this! It's not my destiny, you
weirdo, it was justdumb luck ! I won't stay with you, I won't! I have alife ! And it does not include
hanging out on Cape Cod with a creep who thinks he's a werewolf!"

"Understood. But it doesn't matter; you're staying." At her shriek of rage, he continued. "And while
we're talking, I don't like being hit, or kicked," he said calmly, wincing as she brought her foot down on
his instep with all her strength, "so there will be consequences in the future."

"Fuck your consequences!" She brought her head forward in a devastating head butt; he jerked his head
aside and she ended up banging her forehead into his neck.

"Starting now," he said, and pulled her too him so sharply she lost her breath. Then his mouth was on
hers in a bruising kiss that stole the strength from her knees. He pinned her arms to her sides and, when
her teeth clacked together in an attempt to bite him, contented himself with gently nibbling her lower lip.

"Don't," she managed, and when her mouth opened his tongue slipped past her teeth.

He pulled back before she could gather the sense to bite him again. He was breathing hard. Almost as
hard as she was. His effect on her was infuriating and she practically gnashed her teeth in rage.

"So," he said coolly, but his eyes gleamed, "now that you know there are consequences, feel free to
punch away. Because, afterward, I can put my hands on you without feeling a bit guilty, under those
conditions."
"You should die of guilt," she choked out. "I hate you."

He was staring at her mouth, his own a line of sadness. "I know."

He left, slamming the flimsy bedroom door behind him. Jeannie sat down before her knees betrayed her.




Chapter Five



"This," Tall, Dark, and Disgusting said to the fifteen or so assembled people, "is my wife-to-be,
Jeannette Lawrence."

"Ma'am," the small crowd said in respectful unison.