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  Something made her pause. There had been movement in the woods. Her pulse quickened as she leaned out and squinted. The night made the forest nearly impenetrable. All she saw were shadows.

  Maggie shook her head and slammed her door shut. She backed up and drove away from the long nightmare.

  As her taillights disappeared down the driveway, a dark figure stepped from the shadows near where her car had stood. They wore a cloak, but they lifted their head and revealed bright red eyes. A chuckle slipped from their ruby-red lips as they stepped back into the darkness.

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  Beast Billionaire #2:

  His hands slipped over her trembling flesh. His teeth nipped at her neck. She arched into his soft, sensual touch and moaned. His warm breath wafted over her skin as his strong, firm body pressed against her side. She gasped as she felt his pulsing need against her hip. Her breasts moved up and down with her quick, short breaths.

  His soft voice floated over her ear. "You're mine."

  Maggie shuddered. Her body was afire with her lust for him. She couldn't deny it any longer. She hungered for his soft caresses and warm body. She needed him to take her and make her his and his alone. She parted her dry lips to tell him.

  A terrible buzzing noise came out of her mouth.

  Maggie's eyes flew open. She sat up and whipped her head to and fro. Her bedroom stared back at her. She turned to her right. The alarm clock on the nightstand continued its horrible wake-up call. She slammed her palm on the button and ran her other hand through her disheveled hair.

  "Only a dream. . ." she whispered.

  A heaviness fell on her heart. It was a weight she grudgingly described as disappointment. Maggie shook her head and flung off her covers.

  It was four days after the horrible night of wizards and death. Maggie had the same dream every night, and every morning her alarm woke her at the worst possible moment.

  "He's a monster, Maggie," she reminded herself as she hopped out of bed. She snatched her clothes off her dresser and walked toward the door. "And you don't want to be fooling around with monsters."

  Maggie showered and walked out into the living room. Her father stood at the stove with a spatula in hand and a smile on his face. "Good morning, sleepy-head," he teased as she took her seat at the table.

  She managed a smile for him. "'Morning, Dad. What's for breakfast?"

  He flipped a pancake. It slapped back on the pan with a heavy thunk. "Oh, just my usual light-and-fluffy pancakes."

  She winced. "Sounds-um, yummy, Dad."

  He glanced over his shoulder and winked at her. "And it'll keep you full most of the day." He grabbed a plate and plopped two of the pancakes onto the surface. "Grub's ready!"

  A knock came from the door. Maggie jumped to her feet. "I'll get it!"

  Maggie hurried from certain death and over to the door. She opened the entrance. Her smile froze on her face. In the hallway stood a uniformed police officer.

  He flashed her his badge. "I'm sorry to disturb you so early. Is this the residence of Mr. Robert O'Hara?"

  "That's my name," her father spoke up as he came up behind her. Maggie stepped aside so her father could be at the forefront. "What seems to be the problem?"

  The man pulled out an iPad from inside his jacket and scrolled through a few pages. "We have a report of a missing person. A Mr. Felix Blake has been reported as missing by his girlfriend." His eyes flickered up to her father's face. "We were informed that you and he had a falling out just prior to his disappearance. Is this true?"

  The color drained from Robert's face. "I-I suppose you could call it that, but I held no ill-will toward him."

  "I was told by your mutual employer that he took your position for a short while," the officer commented.

  Robert nodded. "Yes, that's right, but it was only temporary. I have a much better position now."

  The officer pulled out a pen to write on the iPad. "Can you state where you last saw Mr. Blake?"

  Her father's face flushed and his eyebrows crashed down. "Sir, I'd like things to be clear. Am I to understand that I'm a suspect in his disappearance?"

  "Everyone's a suspect until we find the guilty party, sir," the officer replied.

  "That goes against the principle of 'innocent before proven guilty.' You don't have any evidence to say I should be a suspect," Robert argued.

  The officer shook his head. "It can't be helped, sir. Now if you could just tell me where you last saw him."

  Mr. O'Hara pursed his lips and sighed. "I saw him about a week ago when I was informed of my-well, of the change in our positions."

  "So you didn't see him outside of work?" the officer asked him.

  Robert closed his eyes and shook his head. "No. We were acquaintances, but not friends."

  The officer typed a few more notes into his computer and put the stylus and iPad away. "Thank you for the information. I must also warn you not to leave the area. We might have to ask you some more questions."

  Robert nodded. He looked pale. "Yes, of course. I understand."

  "Oh-" The officer dug into his pockets and pulled out a photograph. "Mr. Blake's car is also missing, along with his driver's license and other cards he often took with him. This is the car if you could keep a look out for it."

  He handed Robert the photo, and Maggie leaned over his shoulder. Her eyes widened as she beheld the same sporty red car she'd seen at Adrian's home. Even the unusual license plate matched.

  "We'll be sure to look for it," Robert promised as he handed back the photograph.

  The officer tucked the photo back into his pocket and tipped his hat. "Much obliged. Have a good day."

  "Good day," Robert replied.

  He shut the door as Maggie turned away from the entrance. She held her head in one hand and took a couple of steps away from the door. Her head swam with a fast flurry of frantic thoughts. There was new meaning to Adrian's promise to take care of her father's problems, a new and horrible meaning.

  A hard thunk brought her back to her surroundings, and she turned around. "What was-" Her heart skipped a beat as she saw her father sprawled face-first on the floor.

  Maggie rushed to his side and rolled him onto his back. His face was deathly white and his breaths were quick and shallow. She could feel his heart beat beneath her hands as she pressed her palms against his chest.

  "Dad! Dad, what's wrong?" she asked him.

  Her father tried to mouth some words, but no sound came out. He raised a shaky hand and pointed at the door before his strength failed him and his arm dropped to the floor.

  Maggie nodded and struggled to her feet. "All right, just hold on."

  She rushed to the door and swung it open. The portal hit the inner wall just as she flew out into the hall. The dark back of the officer retreated down the stairs.

  "Officer!" She rushed down the passage and hit the railing over the lower landing. The railing rocked to-and-fro, but held her weight. The officer paused mid-step a half flight down and glanced up at her. "Officer, please help! It's my dad!"

  The officer swung around and hurried back up the stairs. She led him back to their apartment where her father still lay on the floor. One of his hands clutched his chest and his face was scrunched.

  The officer knelt beside him and tore open Mr. O'Hara's tight collar. He gla
nced over his shoulder at Maggie who stood close to the door. "Have you called 911 yet?" She shook her head. "Call them right now and ask for an ambulance. I think he's had a heart attack."

  Maggie nodded her head and procured her phone. A quick dial and some quicker but clear instructions, and the ambulance was on its way. Meanwhile, the officer had made her father comfortable with a blanket and pillow.

  The officer stood and turned to her. "Stay beside him and I'll meet the ambulance."

  "W-will he be all right?" she asked him.

  He shook his head. "That's up to the doctors to say, but stay with him and make sure he stays awake. Can you do this for me?" Maggie nodded. "All right, I should be back up with the techs in a few minutes."

  He hurried from the apartment. Maggie dropped to her knees beside her father and clasped one of his cold hands in both of hers. Tears slipped from her eyes as she watched him struggle for every breath.

  A shaky smile slipped onto her lips as she squeezed his hand. "Come on, Dad, you can't leave me now. Who's going to make all those heavy pancakes."

  A sob escaped her lips as he returned her squeeze. Off in the distance came the wailing call of the ambulance sirens.

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