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“A person has to have been gifted the ability of magic. Very few have it.”

“And I have this gift. That’swhy you want me?”

“My brother told you.”

She popped a shoulder, then ate the last of the spaghetti.“Hedidn’t have to. I figured that out on my own when I burned you earlier. I assume that’s magic. The magic you want from me.”

“It is. You’re gifted. Your power is quite strong.”

“And how do I use this power? How did you learn how to use it?”

I laughed.“You’re a tricky little one. If I told you then we’d have problems. Let’s just say that it’sa combination of natural affinity to it and learned application.”

“Learned from who?”

She was a persistent little one. I should be locking her in the mausoleum, keeping her far away from me. But I couldn’t. Not when the desire to know more about her was so great. If Ididn’t know any better I’d have thought that she was the one weaving the love spell on me.

“Now, you don’t expect me to give up my secrets, do you?”

“Have you ever thought about being with someone? Sharing eternity?”

“Not possible.”

“Why?”

“It justisn’t. It’s getting late. How about we head up to bed.”

Fear flashed in her eyes.

“I won’t hurt you as long as you behave and do as you're told.”

Her expression fell, and if I had a heart, it would have been torn out at that moment. Taking her plate, I placed it in the sink and then took her by the arm and led her upstairs to the bedroom. I didn’t even attempt to cast a spell on her, she’d fight it and win. She’d already learned to push back my enchantment. I’d hate to see what she’d learn if she were here for an extended period of time.

When we reached the bedroom she went straight to the bed and gave me her wrist to secure to the bedpost. I didn’t miss the tears in her eyes when I looked down at her before she looked away, refusing so much as to look in my direction.

Once secured to the bed she pulled the blankets over herself and turned away from me. It was for the best. Nothing good would come of speaking with her. Each word from her mouth only added to the confusion that was forming in my mind.

It was one of the longest nights of my life.

Spending the night with her chained up next to me was torture. The combination of her natural floral aroma mixed with my shampoo and body wash was intoxicating, bringing back memories of the feel of her body pressed against mine. The taste of her sweet nectar on my tongue as she begged me for more.

Why did I insist on playing with fire when it came to her?

She was going to ruin everything if I wasn’t careful. But there was something about her that made me careless, and it went beyond her looks. Her striking resemblance to Lucia was only going to make what needed to be done all that much harder. Once I claimed her body, that should have been it.

Damn.

Chapter 11

Genevieve

Nero was nowhere to be seen over the next couple of days. I had no idea where he was sleeping, I only knew he wasn’t sleeping in his room.

There was a servant who came and went, attending to my needs, but refused to engage in any form of conversation with me. I felt the same sort of vibe from the servant as I did from his brother so I could only gather he was also one of Nero’s undead and told to keep his mouth shut, if he spoke English at all.

I was given a longer chain. The length of the chain gave me the freedom to move around most of the room and reach the bathroom so I didn’t need to wait hoping someone would show up. The best part of the chain was the fact that I could reach the window. His window overlooked the cemetery. It was not the most scenic of views, but I found myself standing in the window, and with some concentration, I was able to channel energy from it. It was slight at first, but the harder I concentrated, and the more I practiced, the stronger the energy that I was able to channel. I just had no clue what to do so the vibrations within me would gradually fade back to nothingness. Now that I knew what I was, and what I was capable of, I wanted to explore it. I justdidn’t know how.

Finishing my shower, I went into his closet to raid it for another outfit of jogging pants and a t-shirt, grateful my boobs weren’t all that large, so no brawasn’t a huge deal. I was just pulling on the jogging pants when a surge of energy shot through me so intense that I fell backward and into the row of suit jackets. A loud crack sounded as I fell into the wall and it caved in. The wall gave way and with a squeal, I fell into a small crawlspace. Falling into the dark space took me to the length of the chain on the cuff. It pulled taut, sending a shot of pain through my shoulder.

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