From WITCH'S MAGIC
Val stood there beside Shasta's bed and watched her breathe. By the gods, she was beautiful. His gaze took in the neat row of stakes lined up on her bedside table. Beautiful, but deadly. She had every intention of killing him and any other vampire she happened upon. A flask of holy water stood beside the stakes and a tiny, gold cross on a chain. He shook his head. She was all set to slay any vampire she came across. He wondered if she truly believed she was prepared.
She might succeed in an attempt to kill him, but vampires weren’t easily disposed of. Long before she figured that out, he'd already have made her his in every sense of the word.
Valerian settled his long frame beside her on the side of the bed...glided a fingertip up one smooth thigh to the edge of the wispy bikini bottom. The black silk fell away at his command...
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