“Stop it!” Still clutching the bedspread, she pressed her hands over her ears in an effort to block Victor’s words and the horrific images they had conjured in her mind.
“You promised to do anything to save him,” Victor reminded her again. “Did you mean it or not?”
“I meant it,” she said, and squeezed her eyes shut as he ripped the bedspread from her grasp.
Later that night, after forcing Kay to fulfill her wifely duties, Victor went down to the basement.
The witch stood in her usual place in the corner of the room, the hood of her long black cloak pulled forward, her face shadowed in its folds.
Victor was grateful he couldn’t see the witch clearly. In the days since they had captured her, she had grown increasingly hideous to look at, her skin wrinkling and shrinking, her back hunching over, her arms and hands looking more skeletal than human. He wondered, without really caring, how much longer she could cling to life.
“You did well, tonight,” he said, “so I’ve brought you something. A reward for services rendered.” Reaching into his pants pocket, he withdrew a clear bottle filled with dark red fluid. He hadn’t brought it as recompense for her help, but simply out of curiosity. Why would anybody want vampire blood?
The witch’s eyes glowed as she hobbled toward him, her bound hands outstretched. “Give it to me!”
Victor watched as she quickly uncapped the bottle and drained half the contents.
He stared at her in astonishment. He had never known anyone to drink vampire blood.
He was about to turn away when something remarkable happened. In moments, the ugly old hag was gone and a beautiful young woman stood in her place.
Victor shook his head, amazed by the transformation. Her skin was clear and unblemished, her eyes bright, her lips full and tempting, her hair a fall of gleaming pale gold silk. Shrugging out of her heavy black cloak, she let it fall to the floor, revealing a lush figure that was every man’s dream. He fought down the urge to strip her of her clothing and take her, there, on the floor.
Damn. He shook his head, unable to believe the transformation wrought by a few drops of blood. No wonder she wanted the vampire alive.
A seductive smile played over those beguiling lips, almost as if she knew exactly what he was thinking.
And perhaps she did.
Hips swaying provocatively, she closed the distance between them. She gazed up at him, the tip of her moist pink tongue teasing her lips.
“You’ve given me a wondrous gift,” she said, her voice becoming a seductive purr as she moved closer still. “I should like to give you something in return.”
Victor shook his head. He wasn’t a fool, to be suckered in by a pretty face, especially when he’d seen what lay beneath the surface. But he didn’t back away when she lifted her bound hands and stroked his cheek with her knuckles.
He tried to remind himself of how she really looked, but his body was already reacting to her nearness, urging him to take her, here, now. No one would ever know.
Again, he told himself it would be a mistake, but she was humming softly, pressing her body against his, her hands stroking him, arousing him.
With a low growl, he wrapped his arms around her and lowered her to the floor.
She was bound and in his power. What harm could she do?
Verah slid out from under the boy’s body, grimacing as her bare skin brushed against his. He had been insatiable, which made him easy to manipulate. There were some kinds of magic for which she didn’t need her wand or Rama, and sex magic was one of them. While in the throes of passion, enchanted by her song, the boy had untied her hands and in the midst of venting his lust, he had told her where to find Rama.
Rising, she dressed quickly, drew on her cloak, and left the room. She paused in the hallway, listening to the sounds of the house. All was quiet.
It took only moments to find Rama and free him from his cage. Her wand waited for her on a table. Slipping it into the pocket of her cloak, she lifted Rama into her arms and hurried through the silent house toward the front door. After invoking her favorite invisibility spell, she left the house.
She hadn’t forgotten her promise to make Victor suffer for keeping her imprisoned, but her vengeance would have to wait for a more opportune time. There were more important things to be done first.
Like getting that elusive vampire away from the Shadow Pack werewolves and back in her cellar, where he belonged.
Gideon lay on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling, his thoughts as dark as the prison he now inhabited. He had lived for over 600 years, bound to no one, free to come and go as he pleased. And then he met Verah. There followed three years of living in a cage, like a wild animal. Three years of misery. And then he met Kay, who transformed his life and showed him what true happiness was. Unfortunately, however much he hated Verah and loved Kay, associating with the two of them had led to captivity on more than one occasion, a state he was heartily sick of.