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threats. There was no turning back now. He gave her a self-assured smile.
Darren was face-down on the stone floor. Keeping his pace casual while striding back into the chamber, Slazzamar hauled Darren to his feet. There was blood on his neck and his face was bruised. Still, he struggled in Slazzamar's grasp.
"Get away from me, you traitor!"
Slazzamar used his elfin powers to delve into Darren's mind and force him into a deep sleep.
Darren slumped in his arms while he carried him out of range of Jezebel's throne chamber to a place he could teleport from. He gave the queen a salute, charged his power and popped out.
There was no way Neman would take Vanessa back to Los Angeles. He would have Mark bring her belongings to the Zigg when he arrived.
It was an interesting conversation with Thomas Armod once the man got over his initial fear of being in the presence of an actual god. He begged Neman's forgiveness for taking Vanessa. Neman understood and was amazed at the survival of such a legacy. Neman remembered the old temple priest, but was too caught up in his own affairs to notice he was a prophet of both Realms, or he would have certainly paid more attention to the man when he was alive.
Thomas wanted to help and had a small army of men trained to fight demons at his disposal. Most of Neman's agents were spread out around the globe, and a handful were trained to fight non-human creatures. He could probably do with some extra protection for Vanessa. The man would also be a good addition to the Moon Shadow Agency. He would have Mark contact him soon to talk business.
Vanessa was breathtaking in a blue dress, clinging to her curves and highlighting her pale blue eyes. Her slightly tousled brown hair fell down around her back and over her shoulders. Their gazes met, a smile played upon her naturally pink lips, and Neman's cock hardened, painfully. It was time to leave.
"All playing nice, now?” She came back into the room, and both men rose from their seats.
"Come,” Neman ordered, a little more harshly than he intended. He opened his arms to her. She had been out of them for too long.
"Gee, anyone would think I was a pet with the way he orders me about—come, stay, sit, roll over."
Despite her long-winded protests, she went into his arms, her warmth seeping into him as she pressed her body against his side. Anchoring his arm tightly around her waist, Neman summoned his power and in the next instant, they were in the corridor of his Ziggurat.
"Wow, what is this place? I thought you were taking me back to your place in Los Angeles,” she said, still unfazed by being teleported.
"It's not safe for you there any longer. This is my home. I don't live in Los Angeles—it's just one of the few places I use when hunting in the country."
"One of the few. How many places have you got?"
"A half-dozen or so scattered across different countries."
"You have some kind of network set up around the globe?"
"You could say that.” Neman didn't want to talk about his hunting activities, or his agency. What he wanted was Vanessa naked under him. Taking her hand, he tugged her along the illuminated corridors.
"So where is this? Looks like some kind of mausoleum.” She trotted along by his side.
"This is what remains of my Ziggurat."
"You mean like the picture on Armod's wall?"
He let her go as she spun around.
"But why does it feel damp and dark?"
"We are three hundred feet below ground in the Sumerian Dessert."
"We're in Iraq?"
"Bagdad is three hundred miles in that direction.” He pointed to a stone wall.
"Why hasn't the U.S. bombed the crap out of you yet?"
Neman smiled. “My fortress is undetectable to humans."
"Aaahh, more godly magic, gotcha.” She tapped her nose.
"We're safe here for now, and you should not be able to get yourself into too much trouble in here."
"What do you mean by ‘get myself into trouble'? You're the one getting me into trouble."
Neman pushed open the heavy door leading into his
Darren was face-down on the stone floor. Keeping his pace casual while striding back into the chamber, Slazzamar hauled Darren to his feet. There was blood on his neck and his face was bruised. Still, he struggled in Slazzamar's grasp.
"Get away from me, you traitor!"
Slazzamar used his elfin powers to delve into Darren's mind and force him into a deep sleep.
Darren slumped in his arms while he carried him out of range of Jezebel's throne chamber to a place he could teleport from. He gave the queen a salute, charged his power and popped out.
There was no way Neman would take Vanessa back to Los Angeles. He would have Mark bring her belongings to the Zigg when he arrived.
It was an interesting conversation with Thomas Armod once the man got over his initial fear of being in the presence of an actual god. He begged Neman's forgiveness for taking Vanessa. Neman understood and was amazed at the survival of such a legacy. Neman remembered the old temple priest, but was too caught up in his own affairs to notice he was a prophet of both Realms, or he would have certainly paid more attention to the man when he was alive.
Thomas wanted to help and had a small army of men trained to fight demons at his disposal. Most of Neman's agents were spread out around the globe, and a handful were trained to fight non-human creatures. He could probably do with some extra protection for Vanessa. The man would also be a good addition to the Moon Shadow Agency. He would have Mark contact him soon to talk business.
Vanessa was breathtaking in a blue dress, clinging to her curves and highlighting her pale blue eyes. Her slightly tousled brown hair fell down around her back and over her shoulders. Their gazes met, a smile played upon her naturally pink lips, and Neman's cock hardened, painfully. It was time to leave.
"All playing nice, now?” She came back into the room, and both men rose from their seats.
"Come,” Neman ordered, a little more harshly than he intended. He opened his arms to her. She had been out of them for too long.
"Gee, anyone would think I was a pet with the way he orders me about—come, stay, sit, roll over."
Despite her long-winded protests, she went into his arms, her warmth seeping into him as she pressed her body against his side. Anchoring his arm tightly around her waist, Neman summoned his power and in the next instant, they were in the corridor of his Ziggurat.
"Wow, what is this place? I thought you were taking me back to your place in Los Angeles,” she said, still unfazed by being teleported.
"It's not safe for you there any longer. This is my home. I don't live in Los Angeles—it's just one of the few places I use when hunting in the country."
"One of the few. How many places have you got?"
"A half-dozen or so scattered across different countries."
"You have some kind of network set up around the globe?"
"You could say that.” Neman didn't want to talk about his hunting activities, or his agency. What he wanted was Vanessa naked under him. Taking her hand, he tugged her along the illuminated corridors.
"So where is this? Looks like some kind of mausoleum.” She trotted along by his side.
"This is what remains of my Ziggurat."
"You mean like the picture on Armod's wall?"
He let her go as she spun around.
"But why does it feel damp and dark?"
"We are three hundred feet below ground in the Sumerian Dessert."
"We're in Iraq?"
"Bagdad is three hundred miles in that direction.” He pointed to a stone wall.
"Why hasn't the U.S. bombed the crap out of you yet?"
Neman smiled. “My fortress is undetectable to humans."
"Aaahh, more godly magic, gotcha.” She tapped her nose.
"We're safe here for now, and you should not be able to get yourself into too much trouble in here."
"What do you mean by ‘get myself into trouble'? You're the one getting me into trouble."
Neman pushed open the heavy door leading into his
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