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Five years ago, Maggie and Vanessa received a psychic reading from the mysterious Madame Fontaine. And now the reckoning has come. Will all the prophecies foretold by the mysterious medium from Tempted by a Vampire finally come true?
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“We should split up. Stay stealthy, stay low, and close to the walls.” Gage pointed to the building before crouching down close to the ground. “Or hide behind anything that will keep you hidden. And for Christ’s sake, stay out of the moonlight. But shit’s about to get real.” He pulled a long, jagged knife from his boot and, keeping low, he hurried toward the exterior of the house.
I glanced around at the others; everyone held some sort of weapon in their hand. Elvis had a sword that had been sheathed and hung from his waistband during the ride here. Cian sported a large blade as well. They all must have pulled their weapons out of the locked room downstairs. A room I’d heard them talk about, but I didn’t realize it was actually real. Thank goodness they never needed them before, but I was glad they kept them sharpened and maintained for situations like this. Lane carried a shorter sword with a thick blade. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought he’d found it in the tool shed where all the garden tools were because it looked similar to a machete and was about two feet long. I was in awe of his stature as he carried the sword with authority, confidence, and power.
We were all vampires and usually never needed to carry weapons. But we were now going up against a powerful vampire who had somehow acquired magic as part of her terrorizing skills, unless Lane was right, and I had an inkling he was. She was working off a borrowed enchantment from another witch or warlock. She was a hateful, conniving bitch, and we needed every precaution available.
I reached inside my waistband and yanked out the black leather whip I’d stashed there right before we left the house.
Lane raised both eyebrows. “Holy shit! Where did you get that?”
“I told you when I bought it.”
“But I thought you were just kidding around. Why am I just now seeing it?”
“Quiet, you two. Talk about your erotic sex lives another time,” Gage harped while Ace giggled.
“Do you know how to use it?” Lane whispered close to my ear.
“Yes.”
I studied different techniques online and practiced for hours on end when Lane was in the studio with the band. It had come as a kit that I’d ordered with different floggers for different sensations. I’d planned on using it to add a little pizazz to our sex lives—not that I’d been bored with Lane; I just thought it all sounded fun.
The whip hadn’t been my initial choice, but it was included in the kit. I’d been going more for the soft floggers, blindfolds, and rope, but once it arrived with the other stuff, I’d decided to learn how to use it.
My aim had gotten pretty good at hitting close enough for a little sting, but not enough to cause pain—just enough of a little sting to achieve the perfect amount of excitement. I liked to surprise Lane every now and again. Plus, the leather bustier that came with the whip was so sexy.
I heard him gulp as we continued to walk.