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Greta went to the shelves with the books and ju her way around the dusty voluot to an old, red leather volume on the h
"This is nothing but forgetting spells It’ll take ure out which one it is Thanks, baby You can go change back now" The cat rubbed against his hand, then hopped off the shelf
"As enlightening as that was, I need that protection spell"
Greta hissed at the deed her clothes into the hallway By the tiether a potion in a s the personal object of Talare aimed in the demon’s direction What other personal object but panties was an incubus going to have fro with?
"Re that happened?" the sorcerer asked when Greta reached his side
She shook her head "Just shifting, after that it’s a blank until I took ain And I think I hissed at Cain"
"I expected as ure this out"
Cain cleared his throat
The sorcerer kissed Greta, ignoring the throat clearing "Let et the demon out of our hair, then we’ll work on it"
"I’ht here," Cain said
Greta rolled her eyes in the de herbs into the cauldron He took a book, the cauldron, and the ring into the center of the circle, dropped the ring in, raised his aran to chant Whether or not it was the spell Cain had asked for, so wall ca rose out of the potion, spinning as Dayne incanted
When he finished, the green wall dropped first, then Dayne slid his hand underneath the ring and the piece of pewter dropped into it
"Done," he said, handing it to the de ork?"
"Have a little faith"
Faith was so on
Chapter Nine
"Tah the still air of the de guards So about that scenario tickled at the back of her h
"Cain!" she shouted But he wasn’t there either--probably out feeding on so to be her last orgasot closer "Tamar"
As she ran down the cobblestone streets, the tents and marketplace collapsed in a flutter of fabric and knocked over support poles In their place, old stone and brick buildings rose so high they see her into a labyrinth she’d never find her way out of The cobblestones beneath her feet chipped and cru before her eyes, and suddenly she was in an alleyway she recognized
She froze at the sound It was like fingernails on a chalkboard--or like a sharp knife scraping over stone, dragging closer and closer She cringed
"Tamar" His voice was snakelike It see the life out And then that horrible knife scraping, raspy as his voice when he kept saying her naain, unsure why he was the one she called out for Why not Luc or Anna? Why not the wolf pack she’d ht Anthony? Why not anybody but the other monster in her life?
There was a deep chuckle behind her She spun toward it, but the alley was dark and empty Still, she heard Jack when he finally whispered so besides her name
"Sweet, Tamar Don’t you know he’s busy with his ohores? Let’s not bother hiht now You’re not that special"
If that were so, as Jack so obsessed? It had been centuries, and he couldn’t see for theuess was no It was a special torment he’d saved for the one who’d left his bed
The endless alley opened onto a street with carriages and horses and properly dressed Victorian ladies all going about with parasols to protect theh it was dark and cool Maybe it was to protect thee Everyone he’d killed, laid out like dolls
He’d dressed theel ans and less blood than others Some were more rushed and hurried Some of them more e she’d tried not to see or know too much about The others were hard to look at, but not like Naomi They’d all been friends, coether, until Jack had gone mad and put an end to all that
Not everyone could handle ied when the flat of a blade dragged across the back of her neck She closed her eyes at the sensation of his hot breath in her ear
"Soon,for you"
She turned, surprised when he wasn’t hiding again in the shadows He stood dressed in white like the others, like a cult leader who’d chickened out of drinking the Kool-Aid at the last minute Tam looked down to find she, too, was dressed in white
"Is there a ball I don’t know about?" She couldn’t help it She kneas a dream, and there was only sohier was s he’d done could have ly on the outside as the bloody death he’d wrought, but his outward appearance refused to reflect the evil within Like Cain, he was an enticing, pretty spider, waiting for a woman to fall into his web Tam had been there, done that
"You still want me," he remarked
"Like hell I do"
"Oh, yes, that’s right You’ve got a new monster to scratch that dark itch for you now You’re just as bad as I as you’ve done with a deirl I’ll see you soon I’ve missed you"
She couldn’t run or screaainst hers He wrapped his arms around her, and for the se, before he’d lost his o back there
His voice fell over her like a blanket while she pretended he was pre-crazy Jack "Why didn’t you take my offer? I would have spared you"
His eiant snake, wrapped around her, constricting until she couldn’t get air
Taround in her tent, her heart palpitating wildly It would be nice to believe it was just a dreaether in a tapestry of nocturnal i But she knew better
As much as she didn’t want to admit it, that had been Jack Not an apparition of hi or fear of him Him She knew the difference He’d visited her in dreah for hiether in the spell, that had made them what they were, made such connections difficult, but not impossible, especially for so for her to initiate connection with hih and always in place Otherwise she ht have been able to lead Cain and the others to him But there was a slim chance she could, now that he’d opened a connection
She threw souards,Officially, de alone replenished them, but it wasn’t hard to see how someone as old as Cain would choose to sleep anyway It was the one place he could escape and forget hih she required sleep, still tied to norht and the dreaet Not that she ever wanted to sleep again right now
For a ant asshole bravado to taint things His face was peaceful and not as perfect, since he’d shed the glaod had ht about waking hi dynaht noas to feel safe, not banter