THOR demanded, staring at Alexander. “Three hours ago you were all over Max like a sixteen-year-old boy with his first hooker. Now you let her go off and put herself in Sterling’s hands without batting an eyelash. Are you possessed?”Alexander rubbed a finger over his lips. Then he shrugged, deciding the question deserved an honest answer. No, his friend deserved an honest answer. “I have considered the possibility.”Thor jerked back. “What?”“It is a fact that my feelings for Max have changed startlingly, and I do not know why. It is well within the realm of possibility that I could have been bespelled without knowing it.”Thor dragged his fingers through his hair and then spun to look at Gregory. “What do you think?”The witch stared at Alexander for a long moment, then shook his head. “I don’t see anything. I can look more deeply, but I might not be able to detect it.” He looked at Thor. Do you smell anything out of place on him?Thor glared at Alexander and strode forward, sniffing around his neck and down his chest.
