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The mages were gone.
Slaughtered.
Dead.
They were gone and they weren’t coming back. The sooner Tabitha finally came to terms with that, the better off she’d be.
Brent Flannigan was a normal enough guy, but he was rich beyond all measure. Because of his wealth, he was careful to make choices that would bring him protection. Usually, he had a couple of security guys with him, but due to the sensitive nature of his private dinner, which involved the illegal trading of a very special painting, they were off-duty tonight.
That meant that tonight was the only chance Tabitha had at getting the map.
She didn’t plan on wasting it.
; They arrived back at Brent’s house and made their way inside. It was a huge mansion: beautiful and well-designed.
“Nice place,” she murmured.
“I designed it myself.”
“Really?”
She pretended like she didn’t know.
Of course, she knew.
She knew everything there was to know about Mr. Flannigan. She knew his habits when it came to buying, selling, eating, and even fucking. She knew it all.
She hoped that the evening wouldn’t come down to them sleeping together, but she was prepared to do whatever it took.
She needed that map.
Craved it.
It was the only thing keeping her from revenge, and when Tabitha killed Ursula, it was going to be a sweet, sweet thing.
“Yes,” Flannigan smiled.
“You know,” Tabitha took a step toward him. She reached for his collar, tugging him close to herself. “I’d love to see more of your house.”
Flannigan’s breath hitched. Tabitha knew if she reached between them the evidence of his arousal would be right there, but she didn’t want to touch him. She needed to get him to the bedroom. Then it would all be over.
Honestly, she could knock him out now. She knew where the bedroom was. She knew where the safe was, and she knew perfectly well that it was the place where he kept the map.
What she didn’t want to do was have to haul him up there to unlock the safe. It required his fingerprints, and that was something even magic wouldn’t help with.
“You would?”
“I would.”
“Well, I could show you the kitchen,” he said.
“That’s a good start,” Tabitha traced her fingers along his cheekbone. “But I was thinking more along the lines of...your bedroom.”
When she spoke the last two words, she whispered, lowering her voice. She tried to sound as sultry as possible.
“My-my bedroom?”
