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| She was created to be a new woman, but now that she had escaped her maker, she didn't know what to do next. All that she knew had been erased from her memory and all that she knew now was how to seduce and kill. But slowly, she was learning how to fall in love. But there was just one question: could the mysterious Warlock possibly love her back? |
| Cole Forrester was a skilled Warlock and alchemist and always a man of his word. When she made her way to him, the rippled silver portal was waiting to transport them to his house in the United States. She didn't mind the choice of transportation, just hated the draining effect mystical travel had on her body. She sat quietly on the rug in front of the fireplace as he worked diligently in the lab down in the basement. The incadescent orange and yellow light from the fire was hypnotic to her, just like the azure eyes of Nikolas Alexander. "Drink this." said Cole, emerging from the basement without making a sound. He stood over her with a tall glass. She took the strange beverage, frowning down into the bright emerald liquid. "What's this you want me to drink?" asked Jacqulyn. "Something to help you relax. It's a mixture of periwinkle for your nerves, a natural sedative, and chaparral." "Chaparral? What's that?" "An herb used to cleanse the system of toxic impurities. Something to neutralize the venom in your blood until you're ready to use it again. Don't worry--it won't hurt you." Oh there was something that could do her in and it was all in those beckoning sapphire eyes of his. Before she realized it, he had found a seat beside her on the floor and she felt his hand massaging the back of her neck underneath her ebony hair. |
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