Jezebel had always been slightly dramatic, but these days it was getting a little out of hand. And after seeing Rider for the first time since he’d come to town, she’d just walked away. Maybe it was kind of dramatic to just turn away when she could have been cordial. She could have been polite. But apparently, that wasn’t her way anymore.
After that first sighting, she’d seen him everywhere. In the magical circles, his name wasn’t the fondest. She’d heard rumors of his talent for bringing the dead back to life. As curious as she was about what he was up to, Jezebel wasn’t going to seek him out.
She would, however, keep running into him everywhere. And it was in the middle of the sidewalk--just a block down from her bookstore--that she couldn’t take it anymore. They’d come a long way since they were kids. Just two star-crossed lovers with no regards for anyone but themselves. Seeing him as he idled along, Jezebel headed straight for him, coming to a stop just a few feet from the warlock. “What are you doing here?” she asked. Her voice was soft, in disbelief that he’d be anywhere near her after what he did all those years ago. “Of all the places in the continental U.S., why here?”
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