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  1. Praise for Lish McBride
  2. A Little Too Familiar
  3. An Uncanny Romance Novel
  4. Lish McBride
  5. Contents
  6. Chapter One
  7. Lou
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Declan
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Lou
  12. Chapter Four
  13. Declan
  14. Chapter Five
  15. Lou
  16. Declan
  17. Chapter Six
  18. Declan
  19. Chapter Seven
  20. Lou
  21. Chapter Eight
  22. Declan
  23. Chapter Nine
  24. Lou
  25. Declan
  26. Chapter Ten
  27. Lou
  28. Declan
  29. Chapter Eleven
  30. Lou
  31. Declan
  32. Chapter Twelve
  33. Lou
  34. Declan
  35. Chapter Thirteen
  36. Lou
  37. Chapter Fourteen
  38. Declan
  39. Chapter Fifteen
  40. Lou
  41. Chapter Sixteen
  42. Declan
  43. Chapter Seventeen
  44. Declan
  45. Chapter Eighteen
  46. Lou
  47. Chapter Nineteen
  48. Declan
  49. Chapter Twenty
  50. Lou
  51. Chapter Twenty-One
  52. Lou
  53. Chapter Twenty-Two
  54. Lou
  55. Chapter Twenty-Three
  56. Declan
  57. Chapter Twenty-Four
  58. Lou
  59. Chapter Twenty-Five
  60. Lou
  61. Chapter Twenty-Six
  62. Lou
  63. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  64. Declan
  65. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  66. Lou
  67. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  68. Declan
  69. Chapter Thirty
  70. Declan
  71. Chapter Thirty-One
  72. Lou
  73. Declan
  74. Epilogue
  75. Six Months Later
  76. Lou
  77. Acknowledgments
  78. About the Author
  79. Also by Lish McBride

Mama Ami’s eyes opened, and she let go of us both. “I’ll say this, it’s a solid bond, despite everything. Strong.” She grinned and relief coursed through me. I felt like we’d passed a test or something.

“A good start. Tomorrow evening, Lou, I want you to strengthen it.” Mama Ami settled onto the loveseat across from us. “There are two ways for you two to build up your bond. Close contact—like spending time together—will help build on it naturally. Lou will also have to weave your magic together.”

When she saw my perplexed look, she continued. “Your magic, it floats around you, like tiny filaments or threads. A switch, like Lou, takes those threads and braids them together into a complex pattern. Yours to hers, hers to yours, until it’s one big weaving.”

“Will it hurt?” I tipped my head toward Lou. “Will anything change?”

“It won’t hurt.” Lou’s face scrunched up in thought. “As for things changing…it should be a lot like now, only more so?” She shook her head. “You being a shifter instead of an animal shouldn’t change it too much, but there’s limited data for obvious reasons.”

Bjorn brought Ami a glass of wine and she smiled at him in thanks before taking a sip. “You don’t want to give Eva a chance at a foothold. Build that bond.” She waggled a finger between us. “I want you two together. Work together, eat together, brush your teeth together. Got it? If she attacks, Lou needs to be there to respond.”

“She wasn’t next to me when Eva attacked last night,” I pointed out.

Mama Ami took another sip of wine, her shoulders loosening. “She also wasn’t far. We don’t know where Eva is—she might get closer. Her attacks might escalate. It will be easier for Lou to fight her off if you’re touching. She at least needs to be able to get to you quickly. We don’t want to give Eva a window of time to attack. Close proximity will also grow your bond quickly.”

I cleared my throat, because I saw an obvious issue that no one had discussed yet. “What about at night?”

Mama Ami set down her glass of wine and focused all her attention on me. “If you’re not comfortable sharing a bed, one of you can sleep on the floor. You can sleep in your wolf form. Find a way to make it work. I don’t want to make either of you uncomfortable, but I also don’t want to hand Eva an opportunity if we don’t have to.”

A slow flush crept up Lou’s face. I checked our bond, but she’d locked it down tight. If it weren’t for her pinked cheeks, I might think she was uncomfortable with the idea of me in her bed.

But I was beginning to think it was the opposite. Did Lou want me there?

It had felt really good to wake up with Lou curled against me. I’d been content. Happy. Lou thought it was the bond making me feel things that weren’t there. I knew that wasn’t the case. The only change was that it was easier for me to trust her. I could feel her horror at the idea of controlling someone—of misusing our bond.