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As I watched, the va a stroke on her neck, he gazed into my eyes, and I couldn’t look away I stopped in my tracks, mesmerized by his absolute beauty My breath quickened in aze was peeling layers away, down to my skin, down to etting wet, and even though I tried not to, my hand slid toward my crotch

I whilanced over at the vampire So quick she was only a blur, she opened herdown as she let out a loud hiss Startled, he pulled his energy back, and I felt hiave her a courteous nod and returned his attention to the young wo

"Shit," she said under her breath "That was just lovely Try to keep your eyes down, Kitten You, too, Zach Soht not be able to stop a few of the you away Don’t look at any of them face on You’re supposed to beanywhere but at your feet unless I tell you to" She nodded to us and headed toward the center of the roo about three paces behind I could sense Roz near us, but couldn’t see him anywhere He cloaked himself well

The farther we made our way into the heart of the club, the et here ahead of ti, it would be easier to spot Fraale, but for another, the sheer energy of the club, even sparsely attended, was overwhel asbord of eer

Suddenly, Menolly stiffened She held her hand up ever so slightly I aled to stop in tiht beside me

Just ahead, at a round black table with red chairs molded out of hard plastic, sat a woman She wasn’t a va about her tolddown on Fraale

Fraale wasn’t a beautiful wolance But on second look, they’d lose their hearts One glance at her, and she seemed fair of face but not a classic beauty, and her hair was lowed, her hair took on a golden shimmer, and her lips seemed especially lush

Fraale stood as we approached She wasn’t tall--about an inch or so shorter than Cained She probably wore a size twelve or fourteen But her curves were delicious, and I followed the over the supple, rounded breasts thrust upward by the hint of pink lace belonging to a push-up bra My gaze lingered over the black PVC waist cincher that hugged her midriff, then flowed over the curves of her hips beneath the body-hugging red dress

I stifled the breath that quickened in my chest What the? I knew theoretically that I could--and did--find woht my libido seemed to be on fire First the vampire, now the succubus Sex on the brain? Or did they spray so in the air here? Maybe an air freshener called Lust in a Can?

Menolly thrust her shoulders back By her stance, I knew she was attracted to the woman, too And beside me, Zach inched over to my side, one step at a time I could feel the tension in his body

Before Menolly could speak, Fraale beckoned us over All our carefully laid plans flew out the hen she said, so low I could barely hear her, "I knoho you are, and you put yourselves in danger by coalanced around "Rozurial, do you really think you can hide froht as well show yourself I recognize your scent even after all these years" Her voice was soft, almost wounded, and she tilted her head in a way that made me want to kiss away the pain that stabbed into her words

Roz stepped from behind a nearby pillar "I wouldn’t have come if we didn’t need your help Tell me this--and if you have any memories of the honor we once shared, speak truthfully--are you in league with the Rāksasa?"

Fraale looked at us, one by one As her eyes ht a sparkle of what looked like a tear She blinked "On my honor, on the honor of our wedded days, I am not his ally He controls me, yes, but not by my choice"

"Then how?" Roz motioned for her to sit down, and we joined her around the table "Speak to us"

She gave him a pained look and ducked her head As she returned to her seat, the gla into the all-too-sorrowful eyes of a wo

"He’s due to arrive soon If he catches one before then," Menolly said "Please, we need your help If you aren’t in league with him, then at least hear us out?"

Fraale considered Menolly’s request Finally she sighed and said, "Very well What do I have to lose but my life?"

"It won’t co with Karvanak?"

"I accidentally crossed his path," Fraale said slowly "I teased one of his young pets into my bed, and Karvanak found us He was furious; the boy had been a virgin, and the de hihteen He was a poet, an artist He wouldn’t have survived Karvanak’s treatain I let hiy for a year’s tio How could I say no? How could I send the boy to his death? He looked like my brother, Rozurial He reether in a thin line He hung his head<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>