Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“You do that, though Fina has requested you return to your side of the river. She doesn’t want you around the children.”
“What about the vampire?” Damien arched a brow.
“He’s not an outsider with a beast living inside him. He is welcome as long as he behaves.”
“He’s killed your villagers,” Damien pointed out.
“That was long ago and only because they violated his privacy. What can I say? There are many dangerous creatures in this unspoiled corner of the world, and Fina’s people believe in living in harmony with them.”
“How progressive,” Damien said dryly.
“MF and your demons are welcome here, too, but not the sex fairy. She keeps humping the women’s sword hilts, like a tiny horny dog. It’s disturbing.”
“Try living with her. She keeps ruining my scotch. Leaves little slug trails all over the bottle necks.”
Brutus winced. “You keep company with strange creatures, Damien. But I’m not surprised. You, yourself, are a strange creature.”
Brutus walked away, leaving Damien to think. He was a strange creature, wasn’t he? He’d always considered his beast separate from himself—just a genetic anomaly experienced by all the males in his family. But when it came down to it, Damien was a freak of nature. And I think I can use it to get the vampire to trust me. Birds of a feather and all that.
CHAPTER TEN
Wearing camo overalls, Willa watched from behind a large stand of passion fruit trees as Brutus and Damien discussed convincing some vampire named Maxton to go back to LA. That or killing the poor sod.
Very interesting! Now I know why Damien’s here. Willa had been watching him since the group departed LA. None of them noticed her, of course, because when it came to cloaking herself, she had her tricks.
Her new body had straight black hair and rather voluptuous lips along with a generous bosom. But with the snap of a finger, she could appear blonde, short, and old. Or invisible.
Yep. Still got it. After two hundred years of being dead, she hadn’t forgotten a thing. And thank goodness for that, because she desperately wanted to find out how Damien felt.
Did he still love her?
Did he want her by his side again?
Because if he was leaning toward Sky, she’d have to make sure he changed his mind. With a little help.
That was the other thing she was good at: love spells. It had worked once on Damien, and it would work again.
Yes, yes. She was a dirty bitch of a witch. So what? People who played nice never got ahead in life, and she wasn’t about to lose the perfect man—dedicated, smart, and the kind of handsome that only came around once in a blue moon. Of course, the thing she loved most about Damien was his deadly nature.
A true weapon for a woman like me to have in her arsenal. She was not about to lose him to another. This was her second chance at getting everything she’d ever wanted.
First things first, though: Willa had overheard Damien chatting with that MF bitch on the plane about how Cimil had given Damien an ultimatum.
Treacherous goddess! Luckily, I am slier than her! Willa would first ensure Damien brought this vampire back to LA. Then Damien would choose her, of course. After, he would help her build the empire she’d always dreamed of. With herself in charge, of course.
No need to marry dukes or kings in this day and age. Women could own land, run companies, and even have children on their own. No one cared! She was going to have it all: an army of slaves, money, mansions, lovers, and power. And with Damien by her side, she’d crush anyone who got in her way.
First, I will meet with this vampire. I will convince him to leave this jungle with Damien.
Willa returned to the village to wait for her opportunity to get Maxton alone.
MF walked with Maxton up the steep trail leading to his lair high above the mountain. It felt like her insides were about to melt.
He is so hot! From the first moment she saw him, his smoldering jungle-green eyes had punched right through her and sucked the thoughts right from her head. Then there were his beautiful supple lips and shiny dark hair down to his shoulders. He reminded her of a Spanish prince with his deep olive skin and fine features.
I could look at him all day. She sighed, listening to his deep voice. He had just a hint of an accent, like a man who’d seen the world, lived everywhere, but belonged nowhere. He just screamed cultured, educated, and fearless. Also, a little out of step with the world, but she could fix that.
Sigh… What I wouldn’t give to spend my life looking at him. How was it that this exquisite man had lost the will to live? If only he could get out of his head, he might see what she saw: a world filled with possibilities.