Page 82 of Black Magic Voodoo


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Kayde’s mask returned in that moment, swiftly becoming the hard shell I was accustomed to seeing. Without a word he jumped up and stomped off, his long leather trench coat billowing behind with every step.

“You’re an asshole, Damian.”

The vampire was in front of me so fast I barely blinked.‘Watch it, precious.’

“Why?” I asked, challenging him. “Sometimes you go too far.”

The expression on his face proved Damian didn’t care about anyone besides himself.

‘You assume so much, little Raven.’

“Really? I think I see you for what you are, Damian.”

His green eyes seemed to glow brighter as he snarled, coming close enough that we were only an inch or two apart. “You don’t know anything, witch. Experience has been a poor teacher. You still behave as immaturely as a spoiled child.”

Taken aback, I blinked but stood my ground. “I suppose that’s better than pretending I’m something I’m not.”

Damian began to blur in front of me, his dark form switching back and forth between the glamour and his true physical appearance. A hideous beast with enormous black wings that resembled those of a giant bat stood before me. His skin darkened to ash and hardened into a thick texture that appeared smooth and chiseled like volcanic rock. Gazing upward, I realized his height also extended with this little performance.

A human/bat hybrid.

Vampire.

His piercing emerald gaze seemed to strip me bare as his tongue flicked over his sharp fangs. “You test my patience, pet.”

If he thought this was intimidating, he had a lot to learn. “You don’t scare me, vampire. Get over yourself.”

A loud guffaw grabbed our attention as we both turned to see Ryder leaning against a nearby tree. “She’s got a point, bloodsucker. You don’t inspire much fear.”

That must have pissed off Damian because hewhooshedforward and into Ryder so fast, I nearly had whiplash. Not to be outdone, Ryder slammed into Damian’s ebony wings and knocked the vampire to the ground where they rolled and jumped back to their feet.

When did my backyard become the next episode of some bad wrestling show?

I heard a loud roar and turned my head in time to witness the giant werewolf form of Gabriel barrel into the other two. Crossing my arms over my chest, I watched in disbelief as the three ended up in a brawl. About twenty seconds later it became clear this was forfun.

Sometimes it felt like I was managing an adult daycare instead of juggling a friendship with four grown men. Hell, I didn’t know if it was friendship, a relationship, or some weird harem. Make that a reverse harem. Did that mean we were all fuck buddies?

Damn, I seriously needed to figure out my life.










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