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would never be another woman for me. He managed a
smile for Trish. Yes, not even you, Trish. Your blood
runs thick in my veins and I will always, always love
you. However, you and I both know Remy will never
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share you, not the way I want to share you. Besides, I
deserve more.
What did she do to you? Trish whispered.
For a brief moment, Damien let down his
shields and allowed Trish and Remy to share in
Violet s glory. Trish saw the intimacy that raced
between the couple, the rough, no-holds-barred
way they grappled with each other. She sensed
Damien playing with Violet as a child might a
kitten, teasing her with the idea that she was in
control because it made him happy and he
enjoyed the way she lorded over him, controlling
him with mouth and hands. Trish s own desires
stirred as she watched Damien replay Violet s
whip laying stinging lashes over his bare back. She
knew Damien liked it rough, but it never occurred
to her that he enjoyed this type of dominance and
pleasure.
Eventually she closed her mind s eye to what
she was seeing. She had intruded enough. Enough.
I ve seen enough. I could never be this for you. She
enjoys the power play. I do it because I have no choice.
Damien nodded. Now you see.
Can we call you if we need you? Remy asked.
I don t see the Council leaving us be just because
you aren t with us anymore. There may come a
time when it will take all three of us to defend
what is ours.
Yeah, you can call anytime. I ll be here for you
the best way I can, but you ve got to realize that I
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want a life with Violet now. Good or bad, I belong
to her, too.
Trish made a move to get up and hug her
friend, but a snarl from Violet stopped her. She
looked so much like Damien s type with blacker-
than-night hair, eyes so dark and blue that they
looked purple and triple eyebrow rings to go with
the array of earrings and cuffs adorning both ears.
The girl was vampire, Trish knew this from her
brief struggle to contain her during Remy s fight
with Cornelius.
She wished there was a chance that they could
be friends. The look of death in Violet s eyes made
it clear they would never be buddies. Trish s gut
told her she would meet up with Violet again, and
next time the dark princess would not be a tenth
as easy to handle as she was now. Her gut told her
Violet wanted Damien more than she wanted
Remy dead. Good. As long as that was the case,
they could avoid bloodshed. Even so, she would
feel a lot better if she knew exactly what triggered
the sudden interest in her assistant. The cynic in
her said it wasn t love, never mind Trish had
fallen in love with Remy in a matter of days.
Trish. Let me go, please, Damien asked, tears
in his eyes. You ve got Remy. Let me have my
chance at love.
How could she say no?
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Epilogue
ressed in the emerald green formal gown Remy
Dhad given her, Trish fussed with her perfectly
coifed auburn locks. She used the tip of her pinky
finger to check the puffiness beneath her eyes. She
had awoken crying with guilt. So many had died
because of her. She had the opportunity to make
up for it now, at least to society at large. She could
also ensure her Collectives remained strong and
protected from outside forces including the
Council.
The Council. Sabine and Nathan. Tonight they
would come to a new compromise that included
no more payments and no Council control. The
last deal with the Council proved the triad was too
susceptible to manipulation. If the Council was
unwilling to compromise, Remy and Damien had
convinced her to, in effect, declare war. On this
one point, all three triad members agreed.
A tap at the door pulled her out of her reverie.
Come in.
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Expecting her mountain-man mate or the new
housekeeper Rachel, Trish gasped in surprise at
the debonair tuxedoed gentleman who stepped
through her dressing room door. The large, clean-
shaven stranger had dark, wavy hair and the
bluest eyes. The eyes, Remy s eyes. Had it not
been for the eyes, Trish may not have recognized
him. Without the camouflage of his full beard,
Remy looked like a different man, with a square
jaw and the hint of dimples in his cheeks.
You shaved, was all she could manage.
Yeah, I thought it was time to step up to the
plate and look the part of king to such an
illustrious queen. Remy looked uncomfortable,
like he belonged back in his plaid flannel shirt and
overalls, but beneath the discomfort, Trish sensed
more.
Holding the train of her skirt over one arm,
Trish went to her mate, her man, and cupped his
face in her hands, urging him meet her lips. They [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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would never be another woman for me. He managed a
smile for Trish. Yes, not even you, Trish. Your blood
runs thick in my veins and I will always, always love
you. However, you and I both know Remy will never
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share you, not the way I want to share you. Besides, I
deserve more.
What did she do to you? Trish whispered.
For a brief moment, Damien let down his
shields and allowed Trish and Remy to share in
Violet s glory. Trish saw the intimacy that raced
between the couple, the rough, no-holds-barred
way they grappled with each other. She sensed
Damien playing with Violet as a child might a
kitten, teasing her with the idea that she was in
control because it made him happy and he
enjoyed the way she lorded over him, controlling
him with mouth and hands. Trish s own desires
stirred as she watched Damien replay Violet s
whip laying stinging lashes over his bare back. She
knew Damien liked it rough, but it never occurred
to her that he enjoyed this type of dominance and
pleasure.
Eventually she closed her mind s eye to what
she was seeing. She had intruded enough. Enough.
I ve seen enough. I could never be this for you. She
enjoys the power play. I do it because I have no choice.
Damien nodded. Now you see.
Can we call you if we need you? Remy asked.
I don t see the Council leaving us be just because
you aren t with us anymore. There may come a
time when it will take all three of us to defend
what is ours.
Yeah, you can call anytime. I ll be here for you
the best way I can, but you ve got to realize that I
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want a life with Violet now. Good or bad, I belong
to her, too.
Trish made a move to get up and hug her
friend, but a snarl from Violet stopped her. She
looked so much like Damien s type with blacker-
than-night hair, eyes so dark and blue that they
looked purple and triple eyebrow rings to go with
the array of earrings and cuffs adorning both ears.
The girl was vampire, Trish knew this from her
brief struggle to contain her during Remy s fight
with Cornelius.
She wished there was a chance that they could
be friends. The look of death in Violet s eyes made
it clear they would never be buddies. Trish s gut
told her she would meet up with Violet again, and
next time the dark princess would not be a tenth
as easy to handle as she was now. Her gut told her
Violet wanted Damien more than she wanted
Remy dead. Good. As long as that was the case,
they could avoid bloodshed. Even so, she would
feel a lot better if she knew exactly what triggered
the sudden interest in her assistant. The cynic in
her said it wasn t love, never mind Trish had
fallen in love with Remy in a matter of days.
Trish. Let me go, please, Damien asked, tears
in his eyes. You ve got Remy. Let me have my
chance at love.
How could she say no?
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Epilogue
ressed in the emerald green formal gown Remy
Dhad given her, Trish fussed with her perfectly
coifed auburn locks. She used the tip of her pinky
finger to check the puffiness beneath her eyes. She
had awoken crying with guilt. So many had died
because of her. She had the opportunity to make
up for it now, at least to society at large. She could
also ensure her Collectives remained strong and
protected from outside forces including the
Council.
The Council. Sabine and Nathan. Tonight they
would come to a new compromise that included
no more payments and no Council control. The
last deal with the Council proved the triad was too
susceptible to manipulation. If the Council was
unwilling to compromise, Remy and Damien had
convinced her to, in effect, declare war. On this
one point, all three triad members agreed.
A tap at the door pulled her out of her reverie.
Come in.
220
High Heels and Bloodsuckers
Expecting her mountain-man mate or the new
housekeeper Rachel, Trish gasped in surprise at
the debonair tuxedoed gentleman who stepped
through her dressing room door. The large, clean-
shaven stranger had dark, wavy hair and the
bluest eyes. The eyes, Remy s eyes. Had it not
been for the eyes, Trish may not have recognized
him. Without the camouflage of his full beard,
Remy looked like a different man, with a square
jaw and the hint of dimples in his cheeks.
You shaved, was all she could manage.
Yeah, I thought it was time to step up to the
plate and look the part of king to such an
illustrious queen. Remy looked uncomfortable,
like he belonged back in his plaid flannel shirt and
overalls, but beneath the discomfort, Trish sensed
more.
Holding the train of her skirt over one arm,
Trish went to her mate, her man, and cupped his
face in her hands, urging him meet her lips. They [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]