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and more power than Jess had ever felt in her life. And the bastard had slugged her.
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V AX felt it the minute his hold over her snapped.
It had been damned hard, almost impossible, to lay any kind of magickal compulsion in her mind. When she broke it, there was a backlash of power that set his head to throbbing.
She shouldnât have been able to break his compulsion that easily. Most people shouldnât have been able to break it, period. And definitely not as quickly as she had. Vax had his suspicions about how she had done it so easily, but he wouldnât be able to confirm them until he saw her again.
The night was cool and Vax was tired as hell, but instead of finding a hotel where he could crash for a while, he continued to sit on his bike out in front of her house. Several cars had driven by and heâd had to resort to magick to blur his presence. Last thing he needed was to have the cops sent out to investigate a suspicious character.
Suspicious characterâ¦He smiled faintly. Yeah, he would definitely strike most people as a suspicious character.
He watched as one by one all the windows lit up. First the upstairs bedroom. Her bedroom was simple and ultra-modern, a platform bed covered with a black silk brocade comforter with a motif that looked vaguely Asian. The pattern was echoed in the two framed prints that hung over the bed, each with a different symbol. Peace and harmony, if he wasnât mistaken.
The walls were a rich, deep shade of red, and the plush carpet was snow white. It was almost stark in its simplicity, but it matched the classy redhead heâd seen in the club. He wasnât so sure about the blonde in the driverâs license, though. Sheâd had a fake ID, a good one, in the tiny purse sheâd carried. For some reason, she had been in disguise. An effective oneâwith that deep red wig and the black-rimmed glasses, she could have fooled him. He didnât fool that easily.
The redhead was identified as Jennifer Ballard.
The driverâs license he found in the glove compartment with a picture of the blonde on it was issued to a Jessica R. Warren.
âWhich one are you?â Vax murmured. Her shadow passed by the front window, and he leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the handlebars.
He wanted to know which name she called her own, but more, he wanted to know what in the hell had she been doing at Debach. It didnât seem to fit her, not that classy-looking redhead and not the lean, elegant blonde.
Of course, he didnât really get the bondage scene anyway. He knew enough to recognize when a club was run with the benefits of all in mind. Debach wasnât one of those. It catered to the pleasures of a select few. The images heâd gleaned from Nate had been disgusting, humiliating, and full of pain. The wrong kind of pain for almost everybody, including hard-core submissives.
Empathy could be one shitty ability, Vax thought, not for the first time. Especially when it made him feel this kind of shit. Pain was a turn-on for Nate. Vax had kept his contact with the man brief, but not brief enough. The sick fuck got a hard-on when he saw somebody beaten.
Nate fit in perfectly with the inner circle at Debach. The air around that club was thick with blood, pain, and suffering. Vax knew there was a whole lot of wrong going on inside those walls, but with Miz Jennifer/Jessicaâs presence interfering, he hadnât been able to take much more than a cursory look around.
Her front door came flying open, and Vax leaned back in the seat, watching as she slammed it behind her. Her body language shouted that she was absolutely furious. But oddly enough, he still couldnât really get a good read on her. His skin should have been burning and stinging with the depths of the anger.
But he felt nothing.
Temper looked good on her. He had to admit it. Made her eyes glow and put some soft color to her high cheekbones. She jerked the door closed and
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V AX felt it the minute his hold over her snapped.
It had been damned hard, almost impossible, to lay any kind of magickal compulsion in her mind. When she broke it, there was a backlash of power that set his head to throbbing.
She shouldnât have been able to break his compulsion that easily. Most people shouldnât have been able to break it, period. And definitely not as quickly as she had. Vax had his suspicions about how she had done it so easily, but he wouldnât be able to confirm them until he saw her again.
The night was cool and Vax was tired as hell, but instead of finding a hotel where he could crash for a while, he continued to sit on his bike out in front of her house. Several cars had driven by and heâd had to resort to magick to blur his presence. Last thing he needed was to have the cops sent out to investigate a suspicious character.
Suspicious characterâ¦He smiled faintly. Yeah, he would definitely strike most people as a suspicious character.
He watched as one by one all the windows lit up. First the upstairs bedroom. Her bedroom was simple and ultra-modern, a platform bed covered with a black silk brocade comforter with a motif that looked vaguely Asian. The pattern was echoed in the two framed prints that hung over the bed, each with a different symbol. Peace and harmony, if he wasnât mistaken.
The walls were a rich, deep shade of red, and the plush carpet was snow white. It was almost stark in its simplicity, but it matched the classy redhead heâd seen in the club. He wasnât so sure about the blonde in the driverâs license, though. Sheâd had a fake ID, a good one, in the tiny purse sheâd carried. For some reason, she had been in disguise. An effective oneâwith that deep red wig and the black-rimmed glasses, she could have fooled him. He didnât fool that easily.
The redhead was identified as Jennifer Ballard.
The driverâs license he found in the glove compartment with a picture of the blonde on it was issued to a Jessica R. Warren.
âWhich one are you?â Vax murmured. Her shadow passed by the front window, and he leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the handlebars.
He wanted to know which name she called her own, but more, he wanted to know what in the hell had she been doing at Debach. It didnât seem to fit her, not that classy-looking redhead and not the lean, elegant blonde.
Of course, he didnât really get the bondage scene anyway. He knew enough to recognize when a club was run with the benefits of all in mind. Debach wasnât one of those. It catered to the pleasures of a select few. The images heâd gleaned from Nate had been disgusting, humiliating, and full of pain. The wrong kind of pain for almost everybody, including hard-core submissives.
Empathy could be one shitty ability, Vax thought, not for the first time. Especially when it made him feel this kind of shit. Pain was a turn-on for Nate. Vax had kept his contact with the man brief, but not brief enough. The sick fuck got a hard-on when he saw somebody beaten.
Nate fit in perfectly with the inner circle at Debach. The air around that club was thick with blood, pain, and suffering. Vax knew there was a whole lot of wrong going on inside those walls, but with Miz Jennifer/Jessicaâs presence interfering, he hadnât been able to take much more than a cursory look around.
Her front door came flying open, and Vax leaned back in the seat, watching as she slammed it behind her. Her body language shouted that she was absolutely furious. But oddly enough, he still couldnât really get a good read on her. His skin should have been burning and stinging with the depths of the anger.
But he felt nothing.
Temper looked good on her. He had to admit it. Made her eyes glow and put some soft color to her high cheekbones. She jerked the door closed and
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