By Laurell K. Hamilton
“My identify is Meredith Gentry, yet after all it’s no longer my actual identify. I dare now not even whisper my actual identify after darkish for worry that one hushed notice will go back and forth over the evening winds to the gentle ear of my aunt, the Queen of the Air and Darkness. She wishes me lifeless. I don’t even recognize why.”Meredith Gentry, Princess of the excessive court docket of Faerie, is posing as a human in l. a., residing as a P.I. focusing on supernatural crime. yet now the Queen’s murderer has been dispatched to fetch her back–whether she likes it or now not. without notice Meredith unearths herself a pawn in her dreaded aunt’s plans. The activity that awaits her: benefit from the consistent corporation of the main attractive immortal males on the planet. The gift: the crown–and the chance to proceed to reside. The penalty for failure: dying.
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A prickle of energy spilled over the bed, running in goose bumps on my body. Alistair looked up as if he saw something I didn\'t, and said, \"But you said to only use small amounts. \" He listened, face intent. I heard nothing. Whatever was in the mirror wasn\'t hiding from Alistair, just from me. Alistair opened the bottle. \" My hand went out as if to ward off a blow. He threw the oil on me. It was like being touched by some great liquid hand. I couldn\'t move, couldn\'t do anything but scream.
My body was cooler, my head clearer. Jeremy had managed to get something through to me. I knew now that the magician on the other end of the spell had kept them all trapped outside the house. I felt the smooth head of Alistair\'s penis slip around the edge of the panties, touching my swollen wetness. It made me cry out, but I could still talk, still think. Now if I couldn\'t get away, it really was going to be rape. \" I struggled to get out from under him, but he was too big, too heavy. I was trapped.
They swarmed over him like black water, a moving, biting second skin. He screamed, clawing at his back, crushing some of them, but there were always more, until he was a moving mass of them. They poured into his open mouth as he shrieked, and he choked, and still he screamed. All the mirrors were pulsing, breathing, the glass stretching out and in like something elastic and alive. \" 1 didn\'t argue. I rolled off the bed and crawled under it. The red sheets spilled down over the edge, hiding everything but a thin sliver of light.
A Kiss of Shadows by Laurell K. Hamilton