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his eyes smiled, even though his lips never moved. 
    “You’re one to ask, since tonight I know you’ve at least kissed two men here.”
    “Maybe I wanted you both,” I said flippantly, and heard how hollow it was before the last word was out.
    “You’re naïve. Go back to the party, find a nice boy and settle down. Live your life; it’s more than some people ever have the chance to do.”
    “I’m not here to become someone’s wife. You were right about a couple of things, though,” I said, and wondered what he was thinking behind those obsidian eyes.
    “About?”
    “I’m here to get fucked, shake shit up a little bit. Get my powers, and take my place. I’m not naïve, I just know what I want, and that’s not children. I have no intention of having pretty babies, or a happy ever after. Love’s destructive and nothing more than a lie to make people think there’s some great force out there waiting for them. So here’s a thought: Why don’t you go home, settle down, have some pretty little heartbreaker babies, and get lost.”
    He laughed and shook his head. He moved incredibly fast, and before I could react, he had his fingers threaded through my hair, holding and controlling my head as he yanked it back and pressed his mouth to mine, crushing and dominating it until I opened willingly for his kiss. He didn’t ask permission, nor did he need it. His kiss was earth-shattering, devastating. I didn’t need to breathe; it was overrated anyway, right?
    Just as suddenly as he kissed me, he was gone. The only thing that lingered was his spicy, masculine scent, and the swelling of my lips.
    What the fuck? He just fucking disappeared!
    I was still looking around for him when I heard Kendra’s panicked voice as she called out my name. I had to remind my feet that they were connected to my legs, and my legs to my hips, and up the anatomy ladder.
    How the hell had he done that?
    “Lena!” Kendra’s worried cries were joined with my mother’s.
    “I’m here,” I shouted as I started towards the front of the maze, oblivious to the creature who watched me from the shadows.

Chapter Five
    Hell is empty. All the devils are here. – William Shakespeare
    ~Lucian

    I watched her from the balcony of the newly-renovated Blackstone manor. She was on the deck, staring up at the stars as if they held some fucking answer. Human emotions ran through her. Conflicted, and yet not. She wanted me, sure as fuck. Her spine curved, pupils dilated, and she’d been drenched in need. Of all the things I could control, a woman’s reaction to me wasn’t one of them.
    She’s young, pliable, breakable, and naïve as a newborn. Humans, by nature, are weak, and witches are no different. I’d felt her inner conflict, and yet she’d allowed me to pursue her, to taste her. I’d felt emotion for the first time in eons, and it had been addictive. Why? Why her? Out of all of the willing pussy I had, why did my cock react to her? Why did I feel something for someone who didn’t even understand she was flirting with death? She’s a good girl. All pretty parts that I’d fucking shatter into a million broken pieces just to watch them break. So what the hell was wrong with me?
    Bodies react when chemistry is active, but mine? Mine doesn’t react to shit, and it hasn’t for a long time. Not until it found her , but passion was always short-lived with me. My body didn’t react to Kendra; in fact, it felt about the same thing as it would for a fucking statue. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Magdalena? My cock stirred, and worse, the dark dead place inside of me felt something, and it stirred. Un-fucking-believable.
    In the garden she was more aware, but the first time I kissed her? Her lips moved, and yet no sound had come out, fish out of motherfucking water. She wasn’t even my type. I liked my women fast and easy, disposable. And I didn’t fucking kiss; kissing insinuated feelings. I didn’t feel. Not anymore. I laughed silently. I kissed her