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[Enchantra]

He's coming tonight. I don't know how he found out, but somehow he knows.

He knows that I lost her.

I try to put myself together before he arrives, but it is of little use. My hands are shaking too much. I smear my eyeliner haphazardly across my face as I make a sorry attempt to fix my makeup after a long day of shooting. I know that without his favor I will lose everything. My beauty, my charm, and my success are all because of him and his influence and power. Without his "gifts," I'd still be that skinny kid on the docks selling herself for enough money to rent a room and buy a little food. I wouldn't be Enchantra Grey, small-screen siren, the face of late-night horror that everyone knows and loves.

I am fully dressed when I go back into the bedroom. Hunter is still sleeping, wrapped up in my sheets. It was fun, for a while, messing around with him but now I'm just bored. The fun is gone now that we aren't sneaking around. He's pretty to look at and energetic in his