instantly.
I transformed from my usual raven-haired, willowy Goth self to Luc’s blond bombshell, complete with enormous boobs, enviably slim waist, and mile-long bronzed legs. Beside me Asher growled, yanking me roughly to his side.
Luc smirked; the bastard had done it on purpose. My shirt rode up so high on my belly thanks to my freakishly large boobs that I felt practically naked.
“...that the priest is under an enchantment. He can’t talk, Dora, because somebody, and likely the person is a powerful sorcerer— At the very least, am I right, Priest?” His lips twitched before he turned his gaze back to me. “Owns his soul. Very interesting, isn’t it?”
My brows dipped and I looked at Asher, and when he didn’t try to deny it, I knew Luc was absolutely right. “You really were trying to protect me, weren’t you?”
Asher’s gaze softened when he looked at me, and I knew he was telling me the truth. I felt it deep in the depths of my cold, black soul. Asher had never been my enemy. He held my gaze a moment longer, and I felt my body shift and transform back to my natural form.
“Then how are you here? Whoever owns you, they’ll know where you are. They’ll come looking.” My eyes immediately shot to the window. I was suddenly on edge and expecting to see the boogieman’s face pressed to the glass.
“That’s why I died in Hell.”
N eedless to say, Luc refused to join me on my quest to the Sierra Madres after that. After Asher’s confession, Luc had swiftly turned on his heel and slammed out of my room. Now it was just Asher and I combing through the sparse mountain range, looking for the trail that would lead us to the zombie hive.
“Feels like old times.” I hip-bumped him when he got close to me.
His smiles were coming more freely now. I liked it.
Like really liked it.
A. Whole. Freaking. Lot.
The man had a way of getting under my skin. The way the ends of his hair clung to his neck, how his bronzed skin almost gleamed in the midday sun. Dressed in those sexy-as-sin jeans that hugged his massive thighs and muscular waist. I had to blow out a breath to get Lust to chill the hell out.
She was writhing and purring and making me want to jump him right here, right now. To toss him down on the packed red sand and have my wicked, wicked way with him. Didn’t matter that we were currently walking through hell on earth, full of scorpions and rattlers and every other kind of nasty killing machine out there.
I hadn’t felt this carefree, this... happy... in a long, long time.
That word stopped my daydreams cold. It was like a slap of icy water in the face and made me halt. We were searching for a zombie hive. Reputedly one that’d already killed several mortals. What I should be doing was keeping my head on a swivel, not glued on Asher’s ass, which looked amazing in those jeans.
As if sensing that’d I’d stopped walking, he turned and looked at me. A hot breeze blew across the desert sands, slapping tiny grains against my cheeks and scraping them raw.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, back at my side in a nanosecond. The sun was beating down on my brow, and I knew I’d looked better. And I hated that when he got so close to me, his unique scent completely overwhelmed me— a musk of man, danger, and cool silk sheets. Lust was salivating. Pestilence was in hiding, though I still felt his oily stickiness clinging deep, deep down inside. He wasn’t sure what to think of my sudden obsession with the priest. It both confused and disgusted him.
Lust was in full control and she had been ever since the death priest showed up in my room.
Disgusted with my inability to focus, I shoved him back. Regardless of the combustible heat I felt, I was still angry with him.
“Nothing.”
Brown eyes licked at my face for a brief yet all-encompassing second, making me feel itchy in my own skin. Sighing, he looked at the dead landscape and then pointed to a small shadowy shelf of red rock in the
I transformed from my usual raven-haired, willowy Goth self to Luc’s blond bombshell, complete with enormous boobs, enviably slim waist, and mile-long bronzed legs. Beside me Asher growled, yanking me roughly to his side.
Luc smirked; the bastard had done it on purpose. My shirt rode up so high on my belly thanks to my freakishly large boobs that I felt practically naked.
“...that the priest is under an enchantment. He can’t talk, Dora, because somebody, and likely the person is a powerful sorcerer— At the very least, am I right, Priest?” His lips twitched before he turned his gaze back to me. “Owns his soul. Very interesting, isn’t it?”
My brows dipped and I looked at Asher, and when he didn’t try to deny it, I knew Luc was absolutely right. “You really were trying to protect me, weren’t you?”
Asher’s gaze softened when he looked at me, and I knew he was telling me the truth. I felt it deep in the depths of my cold, black soul. Asher had never been my enemy. He held my gaze a moment longer, and I felt my body shift and transform back to my natural form.
“Then how are you here? Whoever owns you, they’ll know where you are. They’ll come looking.” My eyes immediately shot to the window. I was suddenly on edge and expecting to see the boogieman’s face pressed to the glass.
“That’s why I died in Hell.”
N eedless to say, Luc refused to join me on my quest to the Sierra Madres after that. After Asher’s confession, Luc had swiftly turned on his heel and slammed out of my room. Now it was just Asher and I combing through the sparse mountain range, looking for the trail that would lead us to the zombie hive.
“Feels like old times.” I hip-bumped him when he got close to me.
His smiles were coming more freely now. I liked it.
Like really liked it.
A. Whole. Freaking. Lot.
The man had a way of getting under my skin. The way the ends of his hair clung to his neck, how his bronzed skin almost gleamed in the midday sun. Dressed in those sexy-as-sin jeans that hugged his massive thighs and muscular waist. I had to blow out a breath to get Lust to chill the hell out.
She was writhing and purring and making me want to jump him right here, right now. To toss him down on the packed red sand and have my wicked, wicked way with him. Didn’t matter that we were currently walking through hell on earth, full of scorpions and rattlers and every other kind of nasty killing machine out there.
I hadn’t felt this carefree, this... happy... in a long, long time.
That word stopped my daydreams cold. It was like a slap of icy water in the face and made me halt. We were searching for a zombie hive. Reputedly one that’d already killed several mortals. What I should be doing was keeping my head on a swivel, not glued on Asher’s ass, which looked amazing in those jeans.
As if sensing that’d I’d stopped walking, he turned and looked at me. A hot breeze blew across the desert sands, slapping tiny grains against my cheeks and scraping them raw.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, back at my side in a nanosecond. The sun was beating down on my brow, and I knew I’d looked better. And I hated that when he got so close to me, his unique scent completely overwhelmed me— a musk of man, danger, and cool silk sheets. Lust was salivating. Pestilence was in hiding, though I still felt his oily stickiness clinging deep, deep down inside. He wasn’t sure what to think of my sudden obsession with the priest. It both confused and disgusted him.
Lust was in full control and she had been ever since the death priest showed up in my room.
Disgusted with my inability to focus, I shoved him back. Regardless of the combustible heat I felt, I was still angry with him.
“Nothing.”
Brown eyes licked at my face for a brief yet all-encompassing second, making me feel itchy in my own skin. Sighing, he looked at the dead landscape and then pointed to a small shadowy shelf of red rock in the
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