15

Hunter Dawson finished his call and turned his attention back to the couple in front of him. He hated the fact that he had been placed on babysitting duty. But what other choice did he have? If there was one thing he had learned, it was that you never piss off an already pissed-off witch. Especially if she was powerful enough to steal your soul with one kiss or turn you into some hideous creature with nothing more than a mere thought. It really all depended on her mood, and he knew better than most how temperamental his lovely Cassandra could be.

Shit, he had been on the receiving end of her fits of anger more times than he cared to remember. Granted, the last time he felt the sting of her anger was over a century before. The memories, however, were still as vivid as if they had happened yesterday.