“It’s your heritage, you know. From my side of the family.” “Huh? What?” Now it was my turn to be a little bit shocked. “You come from a l...ng line of hot-blooded, impish Irish lasses. When I met your father….” Mom got this dreamy look in her eyes. “Let’s just say, there’s a reason French men are famous as lovers.” (Yes, my dad’s ancestry is French and my mom’s is Irish.) “Italian men, too…” I smiled and looked at Vince. “Damned good lovers.” Mom kind of shocked me again. “His equipment, he got. Well, Lavender and Cerberus anyway. Two were laying at Lav's feet and another on his back, his crushed neck making it obvious who, or what, had killed him. Lavender stepped over the bodies in front of her on her way over to Nil. She had almost reached him when the kneeling assassin howled and pulled a long slim dagger from beneath his cloak rearing back and striking at Lavender's unprotected back. Without thinking Nilsen leapt forward and collided with his shield-maiden, which felt pretty close. . As Trace's hands grippedthe bulging baby-feeders that wobbled beneath him, as an unearthlyscream of forbidden glee erupted through the air, at last he found therelease he had sought. His clenched eyelids did not notice the purpletentacles that had begun to spread out from the couple, to spreadthroughout the room.***It was not fear, or hunger that brought her out of the Chrysalis. Itwas lust, pure undiluted licentious craving for males of a sentientspecies. It was certainly tempting to remain in.
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