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road. She knew this route almost as well as the route
to her own front door. Even so, she almost missed the
turnoff to Calliope’s, hidden as it was by trees and
overgrown wild grass.
Truth was, her concentration wasn’t all it could be.
Her thoughts were back with Dagan. What was she
supposed to be thinking here? That the soul reaper had
lost his soul to her. Not hardly. That he’d…what?
Fallen head over heels in lo—
Inlust.Lust was tangible, skin to skin, mouth to
mouth, peg A in slot B.Thatshe could deal with.
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The otherLword? Not so much.
Roxy cut sharply to the right, following instinct rather
than visual cues, and the shadows broke, revealing a
driveway that was little more than short grass grooved by
parallel dirt lines. She slowed to a crawl, followed the
S-curve of the drive, then slowed even more as she broke
through the thick clumps of evergreens that hid Calliope’s
modest two-story period farmhouse from the road.
Calliope had chosen the place with care. The trees
were perfect cover in any season, but past them was an
oasis carved out of the woods, set on a couple of acres
northeast of Toronto. The lawn out front was freshly
cut, the garden well tended. The porch was butter yellow, the wood siding painted a pale shade of gray.
Picture postcard perfect.
A lie of omission. It didn’t reveal what lay beneath.
Years ago, wide-eyed and overwhelmed by new and
strange knowledge, Roxy had looked around and observed, “No one would ever imagine the place belongs
