her told him she was a witch, but there was something more about her he couldn’t read. And it wasn’t anything to do with her feline cohort who looked at him with a little too much curiosity. Not that an inquisitive cat was anything new.
A witch with a cat familiar. No surprise there.
Jared used the shadows so he wouldn’t be easily seen when he was free from the hospital. They allowed him to roam through Inderman and the surrounding area like one of the many specters that inhabited the supernatural community. He was seen, but always managed to ensure he wasn’t remembered. Females were drawn to him like moths to a flame. There were even times he didn’t mind singeing their wings in a purely carnal way. But no longer. He preferred conserving his power, so he could indulge in trips away from his cell. The trouble was that while the shadows were his friends, they were also his enemies. While they gave him a chance to believe he could have a semblance of a normal life, they also took away that feeling when they decided it was time to return him to his cell.
He felt the painful hitch in his body that meant he would soon be pulled back to the prison he’d called home for so long. The place where he was known as the most monstrous of all fiends.
Jared hoped he would see the exotic-looking witch again. He knew Inderman would be his best bet to do so. It might be a large community, thanks to the strong magick that kept it animated, but it also had the feel of a small town. He sensed she would return here for shopping and perhaps grab a bite in one of the many taverns and restaurants Inderman offered.
He hungered for the chance to learn her name. He already knew her voice was as striking as her beauty. The old crone had struck just the right note with the perfume oil she offered her. He’d filled his lungs with the fragrance, committing it to memory for the dark hours he would spend in his cell.
For now, his body wanted her. The need grew so strong he didn’t feel the pain the shadows inflicted as they pulled him back to his prison.
Chapter 2
Lili sat on the floor with her back resting against the couch. She had a cup of chamomile tea resting by her bare feet. She bent over and touched each nail with a fingertip, watching a dark purple color shimmer on the surface. She next tried a neutral beige/pink on her fingernails. Classical music poured from the speakers that she had arranged around the family room, and pillar candles wafted the soft scent of sandalwood.
She hadn’t been able to sleep, so she finally abandoned her bed and came out here to indulge in some girlie pampering. She used her jar of The Body Bakery body cream, a gift from Jazz that smelled like snickerdoodle cookies. She felt the cinnamon and vanilla were a perfect blend with the sandalwood-scented candles. Pretty soon her arms and legs were soft and sweet-smelling and her nails manicured. To top off her girlie night, she pulled a container of Ben and Jerry’s Magic Brownies ice cream out of the freezer. The black raspberry ice cream swirled with fudgy brownies was the perfect finishing touch for a night of self-indulgence. Her mindless tasks also helped keep her from thinking too much. Except that now her nails were done and the empty ice cream carton sat on the coffee table, so there was nothing to keep the worries at bay. She leaned back against the couch, the cushion firm against her neck.
The image of the dark-haired male appeared behind her closed eyelids as she drifted in a soft mellow haze. It had been three days, and he hadn’t left her thoughts, even if he was nothing more than a faint mist in her memory.
“Why are you haunting me?” The words were a bare murmur. “What exactly are you?”
A tingle of magick prickling along the surface of her skin was her first warning she wasn’t alone. Her eyes popped open, and she saw the mysterious man seated on a nearby chair.
“How did you get in here?” she demanded, starting to jump to
A witch with a cat familiar. No surprise there.
Jared used the shadows so he wouldn’t be easily seen when he was free from the hospital. They allowed him to roam through Inderman and the surrounding area like one of the many specters that inhabited the supernatural community. He was seen, but always managed to ensure he wasn’t remembered. Females were drawn to him like moths to a flame. There were even times he didn’t mind singeing their wings in a purely carnal way. But no longer. He preferred conserving his power, so he could indulge in trips away from his cell. The trouble was that while the shadows were his friends, they were also his enemies. While they gave him a chance to believe he could have a semblance of a normal life, they also took away that feeling when they decided it was time to return him to his cell.
He felt the painful hitch in his body that meant he would soon be pulled back to the prison he’d called home for so long. The place where he was known as the most monstrous of all fiends.
Jared hoped he would see the exotic-looking witch again. He knew Inderman would be his best bet to do so. It might be a large community, thanks to the strong magick that kept it animated, but it also had the feel of a small town. He sensed she would return here for shopping and perhaps grab a bite in one of the many taverns and restaurants Inderman offered.
He hungered for the chance to learn her name. He already knew her voice was as striking as her beauty. The old crone had struck just the right note with the perfume oil she offered her. He’d filled his lungs with the fragrance, committing it to memory for the dark hours he would spend in his cell.
For now, his body wanted her. The need grew so strong he didn’t feel the pain the shadows inflicted as they pulled him back to his prison.
Chapter 2
Lili sat on the floor with her back resting against the couch. She had a cup of chamomile tea resting by her bare feet. She bent over and touched each nail with a fingertip, watching a dark purple color shimmer on the surface. She next tried a neutral beige/pink on her fingernails. Classical music poured from the speakers that she had arranged around the family room, and pillar candles wafted the soft scent of sandalwood.
She hadn’t been able to sleep, so she finally abandoned her bed and came out here to indulge in some girlie pampering. She used her jar of The Body Bakery body cream, a gift from Jazz that smelled like snickerdoodle cookies. She felt the cinnamon and vanilla were a perfect blend with the sandalwood-scented candles. Pretty soon her arms and legs were soft and sweet-smelling and her nails manicured. To top off her girlie night, she pulled a container of Ben and Jerry’s Magic Brownies ice cream out of the freezer. The black raspberry ice cream swirled with fudgy brownies was the perfect finishing touch for a night of self-indulgence. Her mindless tasks also helped keep her from thinking too much. Except that now her nails were done and the empty ice cream carton sat on the coffee table, so there was nothing to keep the worries at bay. She leaned back against the couch, the cushion firm against her neck.
The image of the dark-haired male appeared behind her closed eyelids as she drifted in a soft mellow haze. It had been three days, and he hadn’t left her thoughts, even if he was nothing more than a faint mist in her memory.
“Why are you haunting me?” The words were a bare murmur. “What exactly are you?”
A tingle of magick prickling along the surface of her skin was her first warning she wasn’t alone. Her eyes popped open, and she saw the mysterious man seated on a nearby chair.
“How did you get in here?” she demanded, starting to jump to
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